“It was the usual struggle between one who loves by accepting burdens and one who loves by refusing to be one.” LoveFamily Book:What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours Source: What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours
“I remember Mum repeatedly telling us we had good hearts and good brains. When she said that we'd say 'thanks' and it might have sounded as if we were thanking her for seeing us that way but actually we were thanking her for giving us whatever goodness was in us.” FamilyMothersInheritance Book:What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours Source: What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours
“Finally, he smiled, and although his smile was bumpy because some of his teeth were jagged and broken, it was a warming, infectious smile that was reflected in his eyes. It made her smile widely in return. She felt as if the room had been lit up. He held out his arms, and she went across the room to him, almost running. She buried her face in his shirt, her nose wrinkling up as the scent of his cologne mixed with the nutty, sourish smell of camphor that filled the room. He put his arms around her, but gently, so that there was space between his forearms and her back, holding her as if she was to fragile to hug properly. Awkwardly, he patted her light, bushy aureole of dark brown hair, repeating: "Good girl. Fine daughter.” LoveFamilyTendernessGrandfatherShynessNigeriaGranddaughterRelativesAfro HairCamphorDark Brown Hair Book:The Icarus Girl Source: The Icarus Girl