No cracked earth, no blistering sun, no burning wind, no grasshoppers are a permanent match for the indomitable American farmers and stockmen and their wives
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
Love is what remains.
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
Her story—which is the story of a time and land and the indomitable will of a people—is my story; two lives woven together, and like any good story, ours will begin and end and begin again.
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
This is how my love for her goes on: in moments remembered and moments imagined. It’s how I keep her alive. Hers is the voice in my head, my conscience. I see the world, at least in part, through her eyes
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
Mother. Daughter.
Warrior.
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
Her.
She is what I miss every day, what I cannot replace.
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
You gave me wings, Mom. Did you know that? I feel you here. Will I always?
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
I never said I was proud of her,” Loreda said. “How could I—”
“Close your eyes,” Jack said. “Tell her now. I’ve been talking to my mom that way for years.”
“Do you think she hears?”
“Moms know everything, kid.”
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
I can’t live without my mom.
Habitante de libroцитирапреди 9 месеца
All Loreda could think about was how mean she’d been to her mom. For years. There was so much to say now, to undo. She wanted to tell her mother how much she loved and admired her, how she wanted to be just like her when she grew up. Why hadn’t she said it all before?