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Carol
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Behind this painted wall, beneath this layer of new sheathing, hides the story of our lives together. I have been silent many years, and my daughters have chosen to forget, but our family story lingers here. It waits under the floor; it has slid into the crawl space, wound around the stubborn beams and girders that were already old thirty years ago, when Tian and I first came to live in Brooklyn.
— Feb 25, 2026 06:17PM
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Carol
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Somehow I had lost both of my daughters. If I had learned English, I wondered, would I have been able to follow them? I will never know. But my daughters turned into women and I was left behind, stumbling after their voices.
— 2 hours, 5 min ago
Carol
is on page 103 of 208
It was as if I were a member of a dying tribe, and those with whom I cared to communicate were growing fewer and fewer. But who does not experience this as they grow older…. Haven’t we all, as time continues, found that we must be kind to ourselves and listen to our thoughts, because fewer and fewer of those remain who know what is most real to us?
— 2 hours, 11 min ago
Carol
is on page 80 of 208
But she had developed a sudden and brilliant genius for upsetting him. So many years of pleasing him had given her this ability. With me she remained obedient. I prided myself on this, until I recognized it as an emblem of indifference. My pale love would never interest her. Tian was her true opponent, and I was only a moth that fluttered around the brilliant bulb of her rebellion.
— 2 hours, 56 min ago
Carol
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Afterwards, she ignored me as she swept around the house, her full lips closed in a faint sneer, with an expression of great privacy. She had the ability to become impenetrable through sheer volition.
— 12 hours, 46 min ago
Carol
is on page 66 of 208
There was a hole in our house, like a great mouth, filled with love words and lost objects.
— 12 hours, 51 min ago
Carol
is on page 62 of 208
As I looked at my daughter’s face, I began to understand that to love another was to be a custodian of that person’s decline — to know this fate, hold onto it, and live.
— 12 hours, 55 min ago
Carol
is on page 41 of 208
I remembered the night of Tian’s brilliant recital — we had been so lighthearted, so happy, walking arm in arm through the sparkling street. We had inventoried our desires, caressing and counting them as if they were prayer beads. It must have been this admission of hope that had been our downfall.
— Feb 25, 2026 06:48PM
