" But I was a boy once.
And to be honest, I can’t help but hold and carry him inside of me. Most of us in here is holding and carrying a sacred and lonely little child in us. How could we not? I write this story for the little Afua in me that needs to know he is okay and worthy of life, even if my whole existence is a reminder that my breath will one day be taken away at a predetermined time by an executioner, whose house I live in. I protect that young boy’s soul by reminding him he is infinite, like the stars and the blackness between them. "

― Junauda Petrus , The Stars and the Blackness Between Them