No soy muy buena para hablar con la gente, punto. Y, de todos modos, lo que necesito no es un amigo. No en este momento, cuando prefiero pintar a intentar encajar con los demás. Necesito una mamá que no me mire como si fuera un mueble usado que no combina con el estilo de la casa. Necesito empezar de nuevo. Necesito una vida de verdad.

When I look over my shoulder, I see Jamie watching me with the same adoring smile time he has from the first time I met him. Jamie is not a starfish. Not even close.

I'd rather have an ugly face than an ugly heart.

I feel like I have the world, and even though Prizm isn't in it, Hiroshi is. His family is. His art is. He's filling a void I never knew was there, with his stories and his family and his paintings and the kindness he never seems to run out of.