Flick was a odd and iconoclastic dog, but he was my dog. He was one of my best friends and someone I loved deeply. That’s why it hurt so much when he died.
"I saw my dad but this time, there were no hugs and kisses from him anymore. I only felt hurt and pain."
"I never had to reprimand any of the kids who visited the Farm, but I did have to confront Brother Bear. He had a tendency to take pens, paint, tools, and a host of other stuff that he felt he needed."
"I was boxed in that image, that stereotype the society has on us. Perhaps, I was basically stereotyping people not of my culture too."
"There were nights when the moon didn’t peek on the clouds and so the fireflies were in profusion. They would transform trees into dazzling display of cosmic lights as if Christmas decided to come early in our vast corner of the earth."
"Had I known that would end up being the last time I would step foot on Number One, I would have stopped for a moment to breathe in the salty ocean breeze mingling with imported cigar ash."
"I remember it clearly. I will always regret the silence of that night -- the things I failed to do and the words I did not utter."
"And now as I get older, towards the chapter of life where one stands on her own two feet, where her fists are clenched, to fight, to be brave."