"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
Sometimes I can see tears in your eyes and I wonder why you’re sad. I hear you talking to friends and saying you ‘don’t feel like yourself lately.’ I don’t understand because to me you are so perfect.
"I don’t remember how sometimes you got angry or cried or had to walk out of the room to take a breath. I don’t remember a schedule, a checklist or any expectations other than just you."
