It’s why I’m like this.

And you can’t undo it, and I don’t entirely want you to, and I’ve spent two years in therapy trying to work out whether I’m allowed to be angry about the best thing that ever happened to me.”

That is my daughter at twenty-six, and it is why, at twenty-six, she spent four months building a box.

A person who was handed the job of fixing an unfixable thing at eleven, and who was praised for it every day for six years, does not stop looking for the next unfixable thing to be the one who fixes.

She had run that house.