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“We all have skeletons in our closets, they say. My family included.
But ours hid in the attic, not the closet. They hid among the journals, photos, shoe boxes, wedding dress, and board games.
Ours were tumbling out.
I had to clean up the mess alone—hide the evidence.
If this is what new beginnings looked like, I didn’t want one. If starting over meant facing the ghosts that haunt the past, I wanted to keep the past.
But there was no going back. I knew too much.
I’d seen the bones. I’d met the monsters.
My parents wore masks to make them look happy, to hide secrets, to tell us they loved us. Even I wore a mask to hide my own monster. But now the masks had fallen off, and sliding them back on wouldn’t hide the truth anymore. What was seen could not be unseen.
The new beginning was here to be faced, like it or hate it.”
― The Colors Of Rain
But ours hid in the attic, not the closet. They hid among the journals, photos, shoe boxes, wedding dress, and board games.
Ours were tumbling out.
I had to clean up the mess alone—hide the evidence.
If this is what new beginnings looked like, I didn’t want one. If starting over meant facing the ghosts that haunt the past, I wanted to keep the past.
But there was no going back. I knew too much.
I’d seen the bones. I’d met the monsters.
My parents wore masks to make them look happy, to hide secrets, to tell us they loved us. Even I wore a mask to hide my own monster. But now the masks had fallen off, and sliding them back on wouldn’t hide the truth anymore. What was seen could not be unseen.
The new beginning was here to be faced, like it or hate it.”
― The Colors Of Rain
“I guess at six years old, being named after the rain does seem pretty discouraging, but on the other hand," I said, turning behind me to pull one of the long sunflower stems out of the bucket I'd brought in, "it's the rain that brings growth. No rain, no flowers. Our world would be missing a lot of beauty and color without it.”
― The Colors Of Rain
― The Colors Of Rain
“We all have skeletons in our closets, they say. My family included.
But ours hid in the attic, not the closet. They hid among the journals, photos, shoe boxes, wedding dress, and board games.
Ours were tumbling out.
I had to clean up the mess alone—hide the evidence.
If this is what new beginnings looked like, I didn’t want one. If starting over meant facing the ghosts that haunt the past, I wanted to keep the past.
But there was no going back. I knew too much.
I’d seen the bones. I’d met the monsters.
My parents wore masks to make them look happy, to hide secrets, to tell us they loved us. Even I wore a mask to hide my own monster. But now the masks had fallen off, and sliding them back on wouldn’t hide the truth anymore. What was seen could not be unseen.
The new beginning was here to be faced, like it or hate it.”
― The Colors Of Rain
But ours hid in the attic, not the closet. They hid among the journals, photos, shoe boxes, wedding dress, and board games.
Ours were tumbling out.
I had to clean up the mess alone—hide the evidence.
If this is what new beginnings looked like, I didn’t want one. If starting over meant facing the ghosts that haunt the past, I wanted to keep the past.
But there was no going back. I knew too much.
I’d seen the bones. I’d met the monsters.
My parents wore masks to make them look happy, to hide secrets, to tell us they loved us. Even I wore a mask to hide my own monster. But now the masks had fallen off, and sliding them back on wouldn’t hide the truth anymore. What was seen could not be unseen.
The new beginning was here to be faced, like it or hate it.”
― The Colors Of Rain
“Elrond's house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing (or reading), or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness. ... Evil things did not come into the secret valley of Rivendell.”
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