But how can we forget what we never knew? - Andrea Gibson

I decided I was too soft to last, and then I decided to be softer.

month into the job, I can’t look at any of the girls without seeing my baby sister’s face the first time someone hurt her on purpose. It wasn’t my sister’s grief so much as her shock that stuck with me. None of these girls are shocked by the hurt that hunts them — they expect the blade of this life to keep cutting and ask it to whittle them into someone too sharp to touch.

Maybe it's coming out of the closet with all of it, knowing even when the truth isn't hopeful the telling of it is.