- Mother and Father often try to convince me that they are not as traditional as their parents, yet they doted on my brother, the first-born son, and often forgot about me. They still do, even though he’s gone. I’m convinced that, had they been offered the choice, my parents would have traded my life for my brother’s, with little hesitation.
- This town worships the dead, but it has no respect for the living.
- Maybe you should have moved on. What is the point of youth if you spend it hiding in the dark, waiting alone for something that never comes?
- We are often unable to speak about the dead, but at the same time, unable to let them go. Perhaps it is only through talking about them, acknowledging death, that we may be able to truly move on.
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