" I know, honey. But I've learned that if she can't accept the truth, then we have to accept that truth and work with it. It doesn't mean we give up trying. It just means we do what we can with what we've got. It's just the way love works sometimes."
"Is it, though?" I persist. "I thought love was about accepting each other. I thought it was about facing hard facts together."
"Are you saying that Baba doesn't really love you? Or me?" asks Stephan.
That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?
"And if you're unwilling to accept Baba the way she is-or Mom the way she is-do you really love them?" says Dad.
My mouth drops open. "That's not fair."
"I know," he says. "Love rarely is. "

― Misa Sugiura , Love & Other Natural Disasters