#xahar

“I left my sister out of this story because I don't remember her being there; I don't know why. When she told me recently what she wore to the funeral, an image punched through my consciousness, one of her sitting in a chair alone with the dress she described—that's it. That's my whole memory. Sometimes I think I repress the image of my sister in my memory to keep her safe from the word ‘family.’”

“Dans mon cauchemar, je craignais que tu meures sans la force que j'aurais pu t'apporter. À dix ou onze ans, je te pleurais déjà. Ta mort, j'ai passé ma vie à tenter de nous l'éviter. En pensée: Si tu meurs, je meurs. Depuis l'enfance, nos vies, je les rêve entremêlées. C'est comme ça. Il n'y a rien à expliquer. Ta mort, je la redoutais, mais je savais que tu me l'offrirais.”