“Tears threatened again. I sniffed and tried to control my face. No one could ever tell what Mother thought or felt by looking at her. This was a useful trait. I needed to learn how to do it. There were so many things she had tried to teach me, but I didn’t listen.”
″‘I have heard men talk of the blessings of freedom,’ he said to himself, ‘but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.‘”