When I first became a parent I used to lie in bed at night and imagine the most horrible succession of maladies; the bite of a jellyfish, the taste of a poisonous berry, the smile of a dangerous stranger, the dive into a shallow pool. There are so many ways a child can be harmed that it seems nearly impossible one person alone could succeed at keeping him safe. As my children got older, the hazards only changed: inhaling glue, playing with matches, small pink pills sold behind the bleachers of the middle school. You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.
-(Sara Fitzgerald in monologue) Jodi Picoult, p.226 (2004)
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