" A mother loves her child unconditionally, without regret. But now encapsulated in words, that tinge of resentment ignites a physical pain, like something in her gut has caught fire. It rises, shoots up to inflame her esophagus, throat, coat her tongue, so she rolls it into a bolus and shoves it back but it lodges in her tonsils "

― Mira T. Lee , Everything Here Is Beautiful