Anyone can grow into something beautiful.

If it was true that moss did not have roots, and maternal love could grow spontaneously, as if from nothing, perhaps I had been wrong to believe myself unfit to raise my daughter. Perhaps the unattached, the unwanted, the unloved, could grow to give love as lushly as anyone else.

Perhaps the unattached, the unwanted, the unloved, could grow to give love as lushly as anyone else.

Hate can be passionate or disengaged it can come from dislike but also from fear.

Your behavior is a choice it isn’t who you are.