" You go to bed, too, and don’t fret, hear me? Things feel hard now, but it will pass. Everything passes, and something new comes along to fill the space.' As she spoke, her tone shifted. She wasn’t talking about me anymore. 'You can’t go around holding the worst thing you ever did in your hand, staring at it. You gotta cook supper, put gas in the car. "

― Joshilyn Jackson , The Almost Sisters