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You should care about your country too, he says.
I do, I say, but what I mean is I care about my brother and my baba and my mama and I just want to live in a country where we can all have dinner again without shouting about our president or rebels and revolution.

“I know about suffering; if that helps. I know that it ends. I ain’t going to tell you no lies, like it always ends for the better. Sometimes it ends for the worse. You can suffer so bad that you can be driven to a place where you can’t ever suffer again: and that’s worse.”

If you cross the Sahara, and you fall, by and by vultures circle around you, smelling, sensing your death…The poor are always crossing the Sahara. And the lawyers and bondsmen and all that crowd circle around the poor, exactly like vultures.

Just kiss already!!!

“If she truly loved me, why couldn’t she do as I had done-wrap herself in the conventions that protected women-to make her bad situation better?

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I didn’t understand that the bold horse of Snow Flowers’s childhood had been broken in spirit. I was stubborn enough to believe I could fix a horse that had gone lame.

“Her words transported me back to the hours when I experienced the worst pain of my footbinding and she had often repeated a version of that promise. With horror, I realized that during those awful days she had not been showing me mother love at all. In some twisted way, the pain she inflicted on me had to do with her own selfish wants and desires.”

Beautiful Moon 🌕🪷

“Her words both frightened and exhilarated me. She was clever. She had much more learning than I did. But this was not the scary part. andin every message she spoke of birds, of flight, of the world away. Even back then, she flew against what was presented to her. I wanted to cling to her wings and soar, no matter how intimidated I was.”

“All I knew was that footbinding would make me more marriageable and therefore bring me closer to the greatest love and greatest joy in a woman’s life-a son.”

“I was a third child, a second worthless girl, too little to waste time on. She looked at me the way all mothers look at their daughters-as a temporary visitor who was another mouth to feed and a body to dress until I went to my husband‘s home. I yearned for her to look at me and talk to me the way she did with Elder Brother.