“There are moments when history and memory seem like a
mist, as if what really happened matters less than what should have happened.
The mist lifts and suddenly there we are, my good parents and their good
children, their grateful children who phone for no reason but to talk, say
their good-nights with a kiss, and look forward to home on the holidays. I see
how, in a family like mine, love doesn’t have to be earned and it can’t be
lost. Just for a moment, I see us that way; I see us all. Restored and
repaired. Reunited. Refulgent.”
~ Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside
Ourselves, 2013
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