"I wonder if all mothers feel like this the moment they realize their daughters are growing up - as if it is impossible to believe that the laundry I once folded for her was doll-sized; as if I can still see her dancing in lazy pirouettes along the lip of the sandbox. Wasn't it yesterday that her hand was only as big as the sand dollar she found on the beach? That same hand, the one that's holding a boy's, wasn't it just holding mine, tugging so that I might stop and see the spiderweb, the milkweed pod, any of a thousand moments she wanted me to freeze? Time is an optical illusion - never quite as mild or strong as we think it is. You would assume that given everything, I saw this coming. But watching Kate watch this boy, I see I have a thousand things to learn"
- Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)
when I read this, I thought I should post it. It's true that I probably do not get what she exactly means (as I am not yet a mother), but the words... aren't they sweet? I love how she can make her readers go "aww" by her excellent choice of language. Simply great !
Another line from the book that got me stuck :
"If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?"
Quite tough. I thought about it over and over, but still couldn't provide a final answer for myself.
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