I didn’t know yet how wanting to die could be a blood song in your body that lives with you your whole life. I didn’t know then how deeply my mother’s song had swum into my sister and into me. Furthermore, I didn’t know that something like wanting to die could take form in one daughter as the ability to quietly surrender, and in the other as the ability to drive into death head-on. Furthermore, I didn’t know we were our mother’s daughters after all.

The Chronology of Water