" They say "time heals", but even now, less than a week after my father's death, I know that's a lie. what people really mean is that eventually you'll get used to feel the pain. You'll forget who you were without it; you'll forget what you looked like without your scars. This, I think, is the boundary line of adulthood. Not the crap they claim it -- graduating from high school or losing your virginity or getting your first apartment or whatever. You cross the boundary the first time you're changed forever. You cross it the first time you know you can never go back. "