Thursday, October 11, 2007 @ 8:50:00 AM
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Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm. He longed to comfort her, buthe could think of nothing to say. He wished for some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart: for Norah’s and his own.
“I wish you were happier,” he said softly. “I wish there was something I could do.
I will not blog much about my life these few days. These extracts are from a book I am reading, called The Memory Keeper's Daughter. A very touching book about a doctor who gave his down syndrom daughter away to prevent his wife from being upset while he kept her(daughter) twin brother. He told his wife she died at birth, and she withdraws herself from him, haunting their lives forever.
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