Little Fires Everywhere By Celeste NG Part 10/10 English (Audiobook)
Summary
TLDRIn 'Little Fires Everywhere' by Celeste Ng, the Richardson family's life is upended when their house burns down, leading to a temporary move to a rental. As they grapple with the aftermath, they discover a series of intimate photographs left by their tenants, Mia and Pearl, which reveal hidden family dynamics and secrets. Meanwhile, Izzy, the youngest Richardson, runs away in search of her identity and connection to Mia, setting off a desperate quest for her mother to find and understand her lost daughter.
Takeaways
- π₯ The Richardson house was severely damaged by a fire, leaving the family to seek temporary accommodation.
- π¨βπ©βπ§βπ¦ Mr. and Mrs. Richardson, along with their children Lexi, Trip, and Moody, are dealing with the aftermath of the fire and the disappearance of their daughter Izzy.
- π Mrs. Richardson is particularly concerned about Izzy's whereabouts and is discussing this with the police, suspecting she might be missing.
- π The family considers staying at a rental house on Winslow Road as a temporary solution while their house is being repaired.
- π Upon moving into the rental house, the Richardsons find an envelope containing intimate and symbolic photographs left by Mia, deeply affecting each family member.
- π· The photographs are a form of communication from Mia, reflecting the personal experiences and emotions of the Richardson family.
- πΎ One of the photos includes a discharged form from Lexi's clinic visit, hinting at secrets and personal matters within the family.
- π± Another photo features a hockey chest pad with seeds growing through it, symbolizing vulnerability and growth.
- π A flock of origami birds represents freedom and the idea of moving towards higher and better things.
- π° A paper cut-out of a birdcage with a golden feather suggests that something or someone has escaped confinement.
- πΆββοΈ Izzy has run away, leaving behind a negative of a photograph as a farewell, indicating her desire for independence and a new life.
Q & A
What significant event occurred at the Richardson house that led to the fire trucks being called?
-A fire occurred at the Richardson house, leaving it severely damaged with a shell that was blackened and steaming gently.
Who was missing from the Richardson family after the fire, and how did Mrs. Richardson feel about it?
-Isabel Marie Richardson, also known as Izzy, was missing after the fire. Mrs. Richardson felt a mixture of fury and shame about her daughter's disappearance.
What was the immediate solution Mrs. Richardson found for the family's accommodation after their house was damaged by the fire?
-Mrs. Richardson decided that the family would stay at a rental house on Winslow Road near Linfield, which had been vacated the day before.
What did the Richardson family find when they arrived at the Winslow House, and what did it signify to them?
-The Richardson family found the Winslow House empty with just a few pieces of discarded furniture. This signified that Mia and Pearl had left with no intention of returning.
What did the manila envelope on the counter in the Winslow House contain, and who were they intended for?
-The manila envelope contained half portraits and half wishes on paper, each specifically meant for a member of the Richardson family.
What personal item of Lexi's was included in the envelope, and what did it represent?
-The discharge form for Lexi's visit to the clinic with her forged signature was included. It represented a secret part of Lexi's life that Mia had transformed into art.
What did the origami birds signify in the context of the story, and what was their connection to Pearl?
-The origami birds signified freedom and the ability to rise above challenges. They were made from pages of Pearl's notebook, which Moody had previously destroyed and Mia had restored.
What was the significance of the photograph with the hockey chest pad and how did it relate to the theme of vulnerability?
-The photograph with the hockey chest pad, cracked and filled with soil and seeds, symbolized the idea that it's okay to be vulnerable and that growth can come from within the hardest of shells.
How did the collage of a birdcage made from newsprint and a golden feather affect Mrs. Richardson, and what did it imply?
-The collage of a birdcage with a golden feather inside affected Mrs. Richardson deeply, as it implied that something powerful had escaped the cage, possibly referring to her own aspirations or the freedom she desired.
What was the final message Mia conveyed to the Richardson family through the negatives left behind, and what did it mean?
-The negatives left behind by Mia conveyed the message that she would not use the photos for her benefit or as leverage. It meant that the photos were now the property of the Richardsons to do with as they wished, reflecting Mia's respect for their autonomy.
What decision did the McCulloughs make after losing their daughter Mirabel, and how did it relate to their past experience?
-The McCulloughs decided to adopt a baby from China after losing Mirabel. This decision was influenced by their past experience, as they believed that a child coming from an orphanage would not have known another mother and would be theirs without question.
How did Izzy's departure affect Mrs. Richardson, and what did she resolve to do in the future?
-Izzy's departure deeply affected Mrs. Richardson, causing her to initially feel anger but eventually leading her to a realization of her love and fear of losing Izzy. She resolved to search for her daughter for as long as it took, even if it meant looking for the rest of her life.
Outlines
π Aftermath of the Fire
In the wake of a destructive fire at the Richardson house, Mrs. Richardson assesses the situation, finding her husband discussing the missing Izzy with the police. The family temporarily relocates to a rental house on Winslow Road, where they find an envelope of intimate, personalized photographs left by Mia, each affecting them deeply and revealing hidden aspects of their lives.
π Unveiling the Personal Portraits
The family discovers photographs that Mia had created for each of them, which are intensely personal and stir up emotions. Lexi finds a photo with a connection to a clinic visit, Pearl's name is revealed in a forged signature, and Moody is reminded of his connection with Pearl through origami birds made from her notebook pages. Mr. Richardson finds a photo involving a collar stay, and Mrs. Richardson discovers a paper birdcage with a golden feather, symbolizing something that has escaped confinement.
πΆ The McCulloughs' Tragedy and Hope
The McCulloughs face the devastating loss of their adopted daughter, Mirabel, who has disappeared, presumably taken by Bibi. Despite the despair, they plan to adopt another child from China, hopeful for a successful match. Mrs. McCullough grapples with the silence of Mirabel during her abduction and the overwhelming love she feels for the unborn child they are yet to meet.
π Departure and New Beginnings
As Mia and Pearl leave Cleveland, they contemplate what they are leaving behind, including the potential for Mia's photography to become famous. Izzy, feeling a strong desire to escape her family and find Mia, embarks on a journey to Pittsburgh, carrying a dress and a phone number that could lead her to New York City and possibly to Mia.
π The Search for Izzy
Mrs. Richardson, initially furious at Izzy's disappearance, begins to come to terms with the reality that her daughter might not return. She resolves to search for Izzy herself if the police fail to find her, reflecting on the complex relationship she has with her daughter and the deep-seated fear of losing her that has driven her actions.
π Reflections and Resolutions
In the concluding paragraph, Mrs. Richardson sits outside in the night, her anger subsiding to reveal a profound concern for Izzy's well-being. She contemplates the possibility of a life-long search for her daughter, determined to find her no matter the cost or time. The novel ends with a poignant reflection on the enduring connection between a mother and her child.
Mindmap
Keywords
π‘Richardson house
π‘Fire trucks
π‘Mia
π‘Pearl
π‘Izzy
π‘McCulloughs
π‘Collar stay
π‘Origami birds
π‘Negatives
π‘Greyhound bus
π‘Black rose
Highlights
The Richardson house is left in ruins after a fire, prompting the family to consider their next steps.
Mr. Richardson consults with authorities about the missing Isabel Marie Richardson, indicating the gravity of the situation.
Mrs. Richardson's emotional turmoil is revealed as she contemplates the actions of her missing daughter.
The discovery of a manila envelope filled with personalized photographs for each family member adds a layer of mystery.
Each family member's reaction to their respective photograph reveals deep personal connections and secrets.
The symbolic imagery of the photographs, such as the net with a stone and the hockey chest pad with seeds, conveys themes of vulnerability and growth.
Mia's origami birds represent freedom and the potential for a better future.
The missing photograph and the bundle of negatives symbolize the family's fragmented past and uncertain future.
The disappearance of Mirabel and the subsequent realization of BB's involvement create a sense of loss and desperation.
The McCulloughs' decision to adopt a baby from China reflects their resilience and hope for a new beginning.
Mrs. McCullough's struggle with the loss of Mirabel and her feelings of love for a new child to come highlights the complexity of motherhood.
Izzy's journey to find Mia and her determination to escape her current life showcases her courage and search for identity.
Mrs. Richardson's internal conflict and her evolving perspective on Izzy's actions reflect a mother's struggle with understanding her child.
The novel's ending leaves readers with a poignant image of a mother's unwavering love and her lifelong commitment to finding her child.
The narrative's exploration of family dynamics, personal growth, and the search for identity provides a rich and thought-provoking conclusion.
Transcripts
little fires Everywhere by Celeste Angie
part 10.
[Music]
after the fire trucks had gone the shell
of the Richardson house now gaping in
blackened and steaming gently Mrs
Richardson pulled her bathrobe tightly
around herself and took stock
there was Mr Richardson on what had been
their front walkway Consulting with the
fire chief and two policemen
they were Lexi and trip and Moody purged
on the hood of Lexi's car across the
street watching their parents awaiting
instruction
it had not been lost on Mrs Richardson
that as he was missing and she was sure
this was what her husband was discussing
with the policeman right now
he would be giving them a description
asking them to help find her
Isabel Marie Richardson she thought with
a mixture of Fury and shame
what on Earth have you done
she said as much to the policeman to the
firemen to her children and her abashed
husband
Reckless she said how could she do this
behind her one of the firemen placed the
charred remnants of the Jerry can into
the truck to send to the insurance
company she had no doubt
when is he comes back Lexi murmured to
trip
mom is going to slaughter her
it was only when the fire chief asked
where they would be staying that Mrs
Richardson saw the obvious solution
at a rental house she said
over on Winslow Road near Linfield
to her puzzled husband and children she
said only
it was vacated yesterday
it took some maneuvering to fit three
cars into the narrow driveway at the
Winslow House and while Lexi finally
parked her Explorer by the curb Mrs
Richardson had a sudden fear that the
apartment would not be empty after all
that they might go upstairs and open the
door and find Mia and pearl still there
placidly eating their lunches at the
table refusing to leave
or perhaps Mia would have left behind
some kind of statement a mess to clean
up broken windows or smashed walls one
last middle finger to her landlords
but when the Richardson family has
stowed all four cars at last and paraded
up the steps much to Mr Yang's confusion
there was no sign of anyone upstairs
just a few pieces of discarded furniture
Mrs Richardson nodded in approval and
relief
it looks so different Lexi murmured and
it did the three remaining Richardson
children clustered together in the
doorway between the living room and the
kitchen so close their shoulders nearly
touched
in the kitchen the cupboards were empty
the two mismatched chairs pushed neatly
under the rickety table
Moody thought of how many times he'd sat
at the table beside Pearl doing homework
eating a bowl of cereal
Lexi scanned a living room only a few
throw pillows stacked on the carpet
beowalls now except for some stray thumb
tack holes in the plaster
trip glanced toward the bedroom where
through the open door he could see
Pearl's bed stripped of its sheets and
blankets reduced now to a bare mattress
and frame
perfectly serviceable Mrs Richardson
thought
two bedrooms one for the adults and one
for the boys
the girls for she was still certain Izzy
would be back with them shortly could
sleep on the three-season porch
a bathroom and a half well they would
have to share
it would only be for a little while
until they could find something more
suitable until their house could be
repaired
mom Lexi called from the kitchen
mom look at this
on the counter lay a large manila
envelope thick with papers
it could have been left behind by
mistake some of Mia's paperwork or
Pearl's school work perhaps overlooked
in their Hasty departure
even before Mrs Richardson touched it
though she knew this was not the case
the paper was like satin under her
fingers the flap carefully fastened but
not gummed and as she pried the Fastener
open with a fingernail and opened the
envelope the remaining Richardsons
clustered around her to see what it
contained
there was one for each of them
Mia had stacked them neatly inside half
portraits half wishes caught on paper
each of the Richardsons as Mrs
Richardson carefully laid the photos out
on the table in the line knew which was
meant for them recognized it instantly
as they might have recognized their own
faces
to the others it was just another photo
but to them it was unbearably intimate
like catching a glimpse of your own
naked body in a mirror a sheet of paper
sliced into strips finna's matchsticks
woven to form a net
suspended in its mesh a rounded heavy
Stone
the text had been sliced to unreadable
bits but Lexi recognized the pale pink
of it at once the discharge form for her
visit to the clinic
on one strip ran the bottom half of her
signature no her forged signature
Pearl's name in her own handwriting she
had left the slip at Mia's and Mia had
transformed it for her
Lexi touching the photo saw that beneath
the weight of the rock the intricate met
bulged but did not break
it was something she would have to carry
Mia had said to her and for the first
time she felt that perhaps she could
a hockey chest pad lying in the dirt
cracked through the center peppered with
holes
Mia had used a hammer and a handful of
roofing nails driving each one through
the thick white plastic-like arrows then
prying it out again
it's all right to be vulnerable she had
thought as she made each hole it's all
right to take time and see what grows
she had field trips chest pad with soil
and Scattered seeds on it and watered it
patiently for a week until from each
hole burgeoning up through the crack
came flashes of green thin tendrils
little curling leaves warming their way
up into the light
soft fragile life emerging from within
the hard shell a flock of miniature
origami birds Taking Flight the largest
the size of an open Palm the smallest
the size of a fingernail all faintly
striped with no paper lines
Moody recognized them at once even
before he saw the faint crinkles that
textured each one the pages from Pearl's
little notebook which he had given and
then taken back which he had destroyed
and crumpled and thrown away
although Mia had flattened the pages the
wrinkles still rippled across the bird's
wings as if the wind were ruffling their
feathers
the birds lay over a photograph of sky
like a scattering of petals soaring away
from a pebbled leather ground toward
higher and better things
you will too Mia had thought as she set
the birds one by one up in their paper
sky
the next photograph had begun when Mia
sweeping found one of Mr Richardson's
collar stays under the dresser she had
kept it he had plenty of others a whole
box full on top of his dresser every day
tucking one into the point of each
collar to keep it stiff turning the
little steel strip over and over between
her fingers she remembered an experiment
she'd done in science class as a child
she had rubbed it with a magnet and then
floated it in a dish of water let it
spin this way and that as it slowly
settled with its Point toward North
the resulting long exposure caught a
bow-shaped blur like the ghostly wings
of a butterfly then the bright line of
the collar stay as it found its bearing
and grew still
Mr Richardson looking at the Silver
Arrow lined and gleaming and certain in
the clouded water touched the collar of
his shirt wondered which way he was
facing now
and last and to Mrs Richardson most
startling of all a paper cut out of a
bird cage shattered as if something very
powerful inside had burst free
looking closer she saw it was made of
newsprint Mia had sliced each word out
neatly with a razor to form the gaps
between the bars it was one of her own
articles Mrs Richardson was sure though
with all the words Gala was no way to
tell which one the write-up of the
Nature Center fundraiser the report on
the new community Colonnade the progress
of the citizens on patrol project any
one of the pieces she dutifully turned
out over the years any one of the
stories that had despite her intentions
built the bulk of her career
each Splinter bar bent gracefully
outward like The Petal of a
chrysanthemum and in the center of the
empty cage lay one small Golden Feather
something had escaped this cage
something had found its wings
Mia assembling this Photograph could
think of no better wish for Mrs
Richardson
they did not realize that one photo was
missing until Mrs Richardson lifted the
last to reveal a bundle of negatives
the message was clear Mia would not try
to sell them
she would not share them or hold them
for some future Leverage
these are yours the Stag seemed to say
these are you do what you will with them
inside were their portraits inverted and
reversed all the dark made light and the
light made dark
but one did not match any print in the
Box Izzy had removed that print the
night before when she had come into the
empty apartment and found Mia and pearl
gone and only the envelope of photos
Left Behind is a farewell
she'd known it was hers immediately a
black rose dropped on a cracked square
of pavement the petals cut from black
boot leather her beloved boots which had
made her feel Fierce which her mother
had thrown away the outside petals from
the scuffed toes the inner darkest
petals from the tongue a boot lace tip
fraying stretched out long for a stem
yellow Snippets of stitching unpid from
around the sole to form the delicate
threads of its heart
toughness rendered tender even beautiful
Izzy had slipped it into her bag before
closing the envelope again and turning
out the lights and locking the door
behind her
her family left with just the negative
could view only its tiny inverse a pale
flower fading to Moon white within a
dark gray slab behind it like a cloudy
night sky it was not until late that
afternoon that Mr Richardson checked the
voicemail on his cell phone and got the
news
in the staticky recording Mark
McCullough was sobbing so hard Mr
Richardson could barely understand him
the night before he and Linda both
exhausted from the verdict the press
conference The Gauntlet of the entire
ordeal had fallen into the kind of sleep
they hadn't had for months deep
dreamless and uninterrupted
in the morning they woke groggy drunken
from so much rest and Mrs McCullough had
glanced at the clock on her nightstand
and realized it was 10 30. Mirabel
usually woke them at Sunrise crying for
breakfast for a new diaper and she knew
as soon as she saw the red numbers on
the clock that something was very wrong
she had left from bed and run into
mirabal's room without even putting on
her slippers and her robot Mark
McCullough still blinking in the strong
Morning Light had heard her screaming
from the other room
the crib was empty Mirabal was gone it
would be a full day before the police
could piece together the clues and
figure out what had happened the
unlocked sliding door to the back patio
such a safe neighborhood not that kind
of place
the latch on the inside and out covered
with fingerprints
BB's absence from work
BB's Empty Apartment
and finally a ticket booked in BB's name
for a flight to Canton at 11 20 the
night before
after that there was almost no chance
the mcculloughs were told that they
could trace her
China was a large country the inspector
told them without a trace of irony
Bibi would have reached Canton by then
and who knew where she might go a needle
in a haystack
you could burn all your money he'd told
them trying to track them down
almost a year later when the
Richardson's new house was nearly
rebuilt when the mcculloughs had spent
not all their money but tens of
thousands of dollars on detectives and
diplomatic wranglings with little result
Mrs McCullough and Mrs Richardson had
lunch together at the saffron patch
they had seen each other through the
past months of turmoil as they had seen
each other through Decades of ups and
downs and would continue to see each
other over the various Hills and Valleys
yet to come
Mark and I have applied to adopt a baby
from China Mrs McCullough told Mrs
Richardson as she scooped chicken tikka
masala onto a mound of rice
that's wonderful Mrs Richardson said
the adoption agent says we're ideal
candidates
she thinks they'll have a match for us
within six months
Mrs McCullough took a sip of water
she says that coming from China the odds
of the baby's family trying to regain
custody are almost meal
Mrs Richardson leaned across the table
to squeeze her old friend's hand
that will be a very lucky baby she said
this was what would haunt Mrs McCullough
most that Mirabel hadn't cried out when
Bibi had reached into the crib and
lifted her up and taken her away
despite everything despite the homemade
food and the toys and the late nights
and the love so much love more love than
Mrs McCullough could have imagined
possible despite it all she still had
felt bibi's arms were a safe place a
place she belonged this next baby she
told herself coming from an orphanage
would never have known another mother
she would be theirs without question
already Mrs McCullough felt dizzy with
love for this child she had yet to meet
she tried not to think about Mirabel the
daughter they'd lost out there somewhere
living some other form life
that final night as they pulled away
from the Richardson's house Pearl had
dropped the keys into the Richardson's
mailbox with a clatter and climbed back
into the car and finally voiced the
question that had been clinging to the
tip of her tongue what if those are the
pictures that were going to make you
famous
they would not be
that would be the idea just beginning to
Sparkle in Mia's mind as she flicked on
the headlights a wisp of an idea not yet
coalesced into an image let alone words
as it happened the Richardsons would
never sell those photos
they would keep them and the photos
would assume the status of uneasy family
heirlooms something later generations
would wonder about when at last a Dusty
box in the Attic was found and opened
where those photographs had come from
who had made them what they meant
for now Mia eased the car into first
gear then I'll owe them much much more
than the price of the photos
she guided the rabbit past the duck pond
across Van Aken and the rapid tracks
toward Warrensville road which would
take them to the highway out of
Cleveland and onward
I wish I'd had a chance to say goodbye
Pearl thought about Moody about Lexi and
Tripp the threads that still bound her
to each of them in different ways
over the years over the course of her
life she would try repeatedly to
untangle these threads and find each
time that they were hopelessly
intertwined and is he I wish I'd gotten
to see her one last time
Mia was quiet thinking of Izzy too
poor Izzy she said it blast
she wants to get out of there so badly
an idea began to format Pearl's mind and
wild golden loops
we could go back and get her I could
climb up the back porch and knock on her
window and
my darling Mia said
Izzy is only 15. There are rules about
that kind of thing
but as the car sped down Warrensville
rode in toward i-480 Mia allowed herself
a brief fantasy
they would be driving down a two-lane
road some back Highway the kind Mia
favored the kind that wove its way
through small towns composed of a store
and a cafe and a gas pump
dustwood Billow in the air as they went
by like golden clouds
they would come around a curve and out
of that golden Mist they would see a
shadowy figure by the roadside arm out
one thumb up
Mia would slow the car and as the dust
settled they would see her hair first a
bill of gold on gold recognizing that
wild hair that golden wildness even
before they saw her face even before
they could stop and fling the door wide
and let her in
Saturday morning as Mia and pearl
crossed into Iowa Izzy the smell of
smoke still clinging faintly to her hair
climbed aboard a Greyhound bus headed
for Pittsburgh
across town her family was just now
gathering on the bank of the duck pond
watching the firefighters douse the
Richardson house Flame by Flame
she had folded in her back pocket and a
dress she had found in her mother's
files which she had rifled through late
the previous night after packing her bag
George and Regina Wright Bethel Park
Pennsylvania
there had been a phone number two but
Izzy knew a phone call would not give
her the answers she needed
the file on her mother's desk neatly
labeled MW
in her mother's careful writing had been
quite full and she had read everything
sitting in the Lamplight in her mother's
office chair while everyone slept
quietly upstairs
below the rights address she'd copied
another Anita Reese the Reese gallery
it was somewhere in New York City
Mia she knew had started there when she
was not much older than Izzy she
wondered what it would be like
maybe one of these people would help her
find Mia wherever she might be headed
maybe they would send her back to her
parents
and if they did
she would leave again
she would leave again and again until
she was old enough that no one could
send her back
she would keep searching until she found
what she was looking for
Pittsburgh Beckham and Beyond it New
York Mia's past but her future
they would lead her to Mia somehow
now settling into a seat and leaning her
head against the window she imagined how
it would go
she would spot Mia from behind first but
of course she would recognize her
immediately
Izzy knew her outline like a shape she'd
traced over and over until she knew it
by heart
she would find Mia and when Mia turned
she would open her arms she would take
Izzy in and take her with her wherever
she would go next
that last night as Mrs Richardson
settled down to sleep in the Winslow
House for the first time she began to
think as she would for a long time of
her youngest child
the noises of the house were foreign to
her the hum of the fridge the faint
Rumble of a furnace downstairs the
squeak of a branch rubbing the slate
roof overhead and she Rose and went
outside and sat on the steps of the
little duplex her bathrobe wrapped
tightly around her under her feet the
cement stoop was cool and slightly damp
as if a fog had just lifted all day long
she had been fuming at Izzy both
internally and aloud
ungrateful child she had said
how could she do this
what she wasn't going to do when they
found her
she would be grounded for life
she would be sent to boarding school
military school
a convent she had half a mind to let the
police have her let her learn about
consequences in jail
her husband and children used to wear
flares of Fury at Izzy nodded quietly
let her rent
but this was different from other times
this time Izzy had crossed every line
and now each member of the family was
slowly realizing she might never be back
the police were searching for Izzy of
course
they'd put out an alert for her as a
runaway and a possibly endangered child
and in the days to come Mrs Richardson
would give them photos for bulletins and
posters would track Izzy's friends and
classmates one by one searching for
clues about where she might have gone
but the ones who might have known she
realized had already gone
all up and down the street the houses
looked like any others but inside them
are people who might be happy or taking
Refuge or stealing themselves to go out
into the world searching for something
better so many lives she would never
know about unfolding behind those doors
it was nearly midnight and a car drove
down Winslow quickly its high beams on
as if it had somewhere important to be
then disappeared into the darkness
she probably looked crazy to the
neighbors she thought sitting out there
on the steps in the dark but for once
she did not care
the anger she had stoked all day had
burned away like the heat of the
afternoon burning off as evening fell
leaving her with one thought cold and
crystalline and piercing as a star Izzy
was gone
everything that had infuriated her about
Izzy even before she'd taken her first
breath had been rooted in that one fear
that she might lose her and now she had
a thin whale Rose from her throat sharp
as the blade of a knife
for the first time her heart began to
shatter thinking of her child out there
among the world
is he that child who had caused her so
much trouble who had worried her so much
who had never stopped worrying her and
worrying at her whose Restless energy
had driven her at last to take flight
that child who she thought had been her
opposite but who had deep inside
inherited and carried a nurse that
sparked her mother had long ago tamped
down its same burning certainty that she
knew right from wrong
she thought as she would often for many
years of a photograph from that day with
the one Golden Feather inside it was it
a portrait of her or her daughter
was she the bird trying to batter its
way free or was she the cage
the police would find the Izzy she told
herself
they would find her and she would be
able to make amends
she wasn't sure how but she was certain
she would
and if the police couldn't find her then
she would look for Izzy herself
for as long as it took for forever if
need be ERS might pass and they might
change both of them but she was sure she
would still know her own child just as
she would know herself no matter how
long it had been
she was certain of this
she would spend months years the rest of
her life looking for her daughter
searching the face of every young woman
she met for as long as it took searching
for a spark of familiarity in the faces
of strangers
[Music]
this beautiful novel ends here will be
back with the next soon
thanks for listening
[Music]
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HE'S LYING TO HIS DAUGHTER ALL THIS TIME!!! πππ
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