“Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us, the mirrors how to reflect us, the walls how to contain us, grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell, a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust. That buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping. Grief is a house where no on can protect you, where the younger sister will grow older than the elder, where the doors no longer let you in or out.” by Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere