" She won't be, not yet," said Rini. "If this worked, she's not my mother today, and if it didn't, she wont be my mother tomorrow. Is it better, in Logic? Where time does the same thing every day, and runs in just one line, and your mother is always your mother, and can always wipe your tears and tell you that there, there, it's going to be all right, you are my peppermint star and my sugar syrup sea, and I'll never leave you, and I certainly won't get killed before you can even be born?"
Cora hesitated.
"Not always," she said finally, and looked away.
Rini looked relieved. "Good. I don't know if I could live with the idea that everyone else had it better and we had it worse, just because we didn't want to always do things in the same order every day. "

― Seanan McGuire , Beneath the Sugar Sky (Wayward Children, #3)