4 Quotes by Tara Sullivan

We sit like that until the sun bleeds into the night sky and the cracks in the wooden shed door glow pink. When this happens I know we’ve made it through the worst of it. Pain is like sadness; both are easier to bear in daylight.

The bouncing cricket that was my brother is gone. Now when I look into his eyes, an old man stares back at me.

You know what happens to people who ask questions. And you know what happens to people who answer them.

There are thousands of kids like us, working across the country to make a sweet for rich kids in other places. Thousands. It’s a number that matters to me so much that I can’t wrap my mind around it.