Siblings, Strangers


One of my students slipped this quote from Clara Ortega into her final essay. I've been thinking about it all morning.


"To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each others' hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time."

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