You can unlock the box of happiness when you have the key of hard work

Well, yeah, I sang to some songs on the radio or in the shower.

they rarely look at Baba - the teenagers - and then only with cold indifference, or even subtle disdain, as if my father should have known better than to allow old age and decay to happen to him.

I stretched out my hands, holding the falling sun in one hand, and the climbing moon in the other, my silver and gold, my gift from life. My gift of life. My life is a hesitation in time. An opening in a cave. A gap for a word.

Written By Jeanette Winterson

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