Lucky Fat Quotes in The Rent Collector
Although I could never imagine abandoning my own child, I have seen enough desperation in my life to understand the mind-set of those who do. However, what is unfathomable to me is that with an array of choices available for leaving a child—orphanages, monasteries, foreign medical clinics—how could anyone choose to leave her child at the dump, a place where useless things are thrown away?
Her biggest fault—perplexing to this day—is that Mother loves to pick trash.
“It’s an adventure,” she says. “You never know what surprises you’ll find.”
I remind her that surprises usually mean human body parts.
“Most teachers will agree that the true mark of a hero, what sets him apart from everyone else, is sacrifice. A hero gives something up, sometimes even his own life, for the good of others.”
It was just days ago I wanted to kill the criminals myself. But my desire was for revenge on crooks, thugs—dark images of evil that gathered in my head when I pictured the men who beat my husband and Lucky Fat—not boys, especially this boy.
Lucky Fat Quotes in The Rent Collector
Although I could never imagine abandoning my own child, I have seen enough desperation in my life to understand the mind-set of those who do. However, what is unfathomable to me is that with an array of choices available for leaving a child—orphanages, monasteries, foreign medical clinics—how could anyone choose to leave her child at the dump, a place where useless things are thrown away?
Her biggest fault—perplexing to this day—is that Mother loves to pick trash.
“It’s an adventure,” she says. “You never know what surprises you’ll find.”
I remind her that surprises usually mean human body parts.
“Most teachers will agree that the true mark of a hero, what sets him apart from everyone else, is sacrifice. A hero gives something up, sometimes even his own life, for the good of others.”
It was just days ago I wanted to kill the criminals myself. But my desire was for revenge on crooks, thugs—dark images of evil that gathered in my head when I pictured the men who beat my husband and Lucky Fat—not boys, especially this boy.