For better or for worse, this is my life, she thinks.
This is my life.
My life.
A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.
We never know what will happen, but I believe good things happen every day. I believe good things happen even when bad things happen. And I believe on a happy day like today, we can still feel a little sad. And that's life, isn't it?
There is no difference in quality between a life lived forward and a life lived backward. She had come to love this backward life. It was, after all, the only life she had.