But, astonishingly, I’m not broken. I’m not destroyed. Terrified witless, shaking, retching with fear, yes. But no longer insecure. Because during my search for how you died, I somehow found myself to be a different person. … Living my life. And it wouldn’t be my grief for you that toppled the mountain, but love.

But, astonishingly, I’m not broken. I’m not destroyed. Terrified witless, shaking, retching with fear, yes. But no longer insecure. Because during my search for how you died, I somehow found myself to be a different person. … Living my life. And it wouldn’t be my grief for you that toppled the mountain, but love.

– Rosamund Lupton –

Sister

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