sophiawestern

You were a wanted child, God knows, she would say at other moments, lingering over the photo albums in which she had me framed; these albums were think with babies, but my replicas thinned out as I grew older, as if the population of my duplicates had been hit by some plague. She would say this a little regretfully, as though I hadn't turned out entirely as she'd expected. No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do badly by one another, we did as well as most.

I wish she were here, so I could tell her I finally know this.

- Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale