Robin Martin > Quotes

“I thought about my Willa, about her blind-smiling at me from the hospital bed where she laid and where she died a few hours later, thought about the girl my Willa was in the picture she’d shown me, smiling out from inside the old lady Willa on the night she died. I thought about that wild Willa picture, and about the certain order she’d pulled that picture and others out of her hatbox to share with me on the summer nights when we were doing our secret sharing.

And I thought about people saving certain pictures for a reason, saving and discarding according to the self-told story of themselves, how mainly it had nothing to do with who they were in the everyday, but instead, who they were in their special caught moments. How they held onto those pictures, and they held.”
― Robin Martin, The Hiding Place Girl