I mean, if a wife loses a husband she becomes a widow, but if a parent loses a child there's no special label for it. You're still a mother or father. Even if you no longer have a child. Sometimes I wonder, if I'm still technically a sister now when my brothers are gone.
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Tell me about your parents.
-My mother's dead.
What about your father?
-No love lost there.
Was he strict with you?
-Strict doesn't begin to describe it, though, made army discipline easy. I suppose it made it easier being over there, knowing there'd be no one heartbroken if they got the telegram.
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You know Janus is where the word January comes from. Named after the same god as this island. He's got two faces, back to back. Always looking both ways. Torn between two ways of seeing things. January looks forward to the new year and back to the old. And this island looks in the direction of two different oceans.

"One night, as they journeyed on following the path of the light that stretched out before them, there came a sudden cry out of the darkness. The three wise men stopped but for a moment only. 'It was the cry of a child, ' they said, one to another. 'But it is not for us to stay our journey, ' they said. 'We cannot delay. The star calls us forward... "
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You have been through so much in your life and you are always happy. How do you do it?
-You only have to forgive once. To resent you have to do it all day, every day. All the time. You have to keep remembering the bad things. It's too much work
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I couldn't go on the way things were. I couldn't live with myself. I'm sorrier than I'll ever be able to say for hurting you. We each get a little turn at life. And if this ends up being how my turn went, it will still have been worth it. My time should have been up years ago.