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I read the poem Sudden Light by Dante Gabriel Rossetti recently and it really reminded me of your eternal sunshine fic

Cleary is perhaps best loved for her books about Ramona Quimby, in whom she found her funniest details and most tender lessons. Ramona, like Superfudge, in Judy Blume’s books, is the younger, crazier sibling of a reasonable protagonist, a lovable scene-stealer. She rides a tricycle around the living room while playing a single note on her harmonica, and then ruins Beezus and Henry’s checkers game; she makes tin-can stilts with a friend and clatters around the neighborhood joyfully singing “One Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall.” But though Ramona is often up to some mild form of noisy mischief, her emotional struggles and childhood realizations and confusions are every bit as vivid as her boisterousness; she is not just a figure of fun. In childhood, the humor that results from your actions—making a NO SMOKING sign that looks like NOSMO KING, or singing about the dawnzer lee light instead of the dawn’s early light, or getting burrs stuck in your hair and not wanting to explain why you put them on your head—is very often the result of your best efforts to get along in the world as you understand it. If people laugh, it can step on your dignity a bit. Ramona bore these slights sometimes with reserve and sometimes with indignation. When Ramona, in the at-times-unbearably-sad “Ramona and Her Father,” gets the idea to become a child actor in order to help support her family when her father is laid off, she doesn’t tell anybody about it. She just starts practicing by acting chipper and cute, like kids on commercials, which annoys her family. Then she makes a crown for herself, like a kid has on TV, out of burrs. The scene in which her father patiently and kindly copes with Ramona’s burrs might just finish you off.

Blame

You were always the one I'd take the bullet for. Hands down. No question.

You planted small seeds of hope