Let Those Who Believe, Believe.

May And I Are Sisters. We'll Always Fight, But We'll Always Make Up As Well. That's What Sisters Do: We Argue, We Point Out Each Other's Frailties, Mistakes, And Bad Judgment, We Flash The Insecurities We've Had Since Childhood, And Then We Come Back Together. Until The Next Time.

Perhaps He Was Afraid As I Was That We'd Be Caught. Or Perhaps He Was Breathing Me In Just As I Was Letting Him Come Into My Lungs, My Eyes, My Heart.

It's Funny How In That Moment I See Things Clearly. Am I Beaten Down? Yes. Have I Allowed Myself To Become A Victim? Somewhat. Am I Afraid? Always. Does Some Part Of Me Still Long To Fly Away From This Place? Absolutely. But I Can't Leave. Sam And I Have Built A Life For Joy. It Isn't Perfect, But It's A Life. My Family's Happiness Means More To Me That Starting Over Again. Page 210

I Think To Really Be Literate In Nu Shu You Only Need About 600 Characters Because It Is Phonetic. So You're Able To Then Create Many Words Out Of One Character.

I Wonder If There Was Anything I Would Have Done Differently. I Hope I Would Have Done Everything Differently, Except I Know Everything Would Have Turned Out The Same. That's The Meaning Of Fate.