Sublime

Kirsten até começa, finalmente, a falar do pai. Explica que sempre que vai a um lugar desconhecido fica se perguntando se ele não poderia estar morando por perto. Quer tentar entrar em contato com ele.

But the whole time it’s as though she has been a sleeping beauty in between these two kisses.

It would be an unconventional life, and perhaps a little lonely, but at least it would be hers. She would belong to no one but herself.

As long as Mumma was alive, she knew that some small part of herself had remained a child, cherished and adored. Perhaps you never completely grew up until your mother died.