“She would never leave her mark on Mammy’s heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy’s heart was like a pallid beach where Laila’s footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.”
“We walked on the thick carpet of fresh snow, but did not leave any footprints. And like that... ‘Someday we will be able to watch the cherry blossoms together again’. Both of us, without any doubt... That’s what we thought.”
“Our feet crunched over the crisp snow and little gray footprints followed. Pa made a long shadow, but mine was short and round. I had to run after him every now and then to keep up and my short, round shadow bumped after me.”
″ And senses her ancestors all around her as many others have followed this path; the footprints are there for her to see. The eldest child, usually a boy, is taken on this journey.”