“The girls tell me that’s all that matters. Three words. Empty and loud and secret. Sticky like the summer heat. I pull at my cheeks to bring out a pink that does not exist. Because there is a boy.”
“This house was the last construction and they built it right over my ear. I do not sleep consistently; now I understand why little people are who they become and sometimes I sleep for years because I understand. I belong to this family because I know them like no one else.”
— "How to be A Daughter: Perspectives of The Immortal Giant," Melodie DaRosa, Vol 3
