One of the most rewarding things about writing is this: when your life is really frustrating or sad or awful or tragic or whatever, writing offers not only a respite from it, but sometimes your best work is informed and inspired by the rocky patches in life. It's the classic making lemonade from lemons scenario.
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Suddenly,
Dara realized what a long road they had ahead of them, and it made her feel so
weary she wanted to curl up on her parents’ bed and fall asleep like she had
when she was a little girl who’d had a nightmare.
Instead, she said, “You’re right,
Dad. We both need to go in
tomorrow. We can go to see Mom after our
shifts.”
He nodded, and she noticed how red
and hollow his eyes were. How strange it
was for her to see such vulnerability in her father. She supposed this was part of growing up,
this change from the conviction that her parents were invulnerable and would
always be there to protect her to wanting to protect them. It made her feel much, much older than her
seventeen years.
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