" The elder daughter looks up, her pale eyes steady. “But we are here, Papa.” “Yes, you are.” “Why don’t you want us?” “Oh, God, I do.” He kneels down and takes them both in his arms and pulls them against his chest. He understands for the first time in his life that love weighs nothing. Oh God, his girls are as light as birds. "

― Barbara Kingsolver , Animal Dreams