She was throwing away the books and the diaries to erase every memory linked to her bohemian parents. She had spent her life in an effort to heal the wounds inflicted by their irresponsible conduct.
A page from a battered, worn out diary flew at her, “I spent my life striving to find joy, and found nothing. I hope my child is able to fill in that nothingness by sheer power of existence.”
She kept it away with trembling hands and tearful eyes. This one was going to stick for life.
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