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

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.

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

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

Anyone can grow into something beautiful.