" I tried, Nasima said, but they didn’t see me. Like when I was alive. I was a daughter-shaped space in the universe. You feed it. You put shoes and dresses on it. You raise it properly, like a sheep, so you can take it to market someday. But you don’t see her, you don’t see your daughter, not really. Not the way you see your sons. Who are worth something. Who’ll work someday. "

― , On Fragile Waves