Weilin

“The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow.” She held Izzy at arm’s length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. “People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.” Izzy nodded and turned to go, then turned back. “Tell her I’m so sorry,” she said. Mia nodded. “See you tomorrow, okay?”
― Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere