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“Later I would wish I'd used that time not only to luxuriate in a shared silence but also to talk more with my mother, to ask her questions, about her youth, her childhood, her own mother, her family's ways before the Greeks came to these lands, the songs they sang and foods they cooked and gods they loved or feared, the whole scope of those past generations and what had been lost; I would wish that I'd filled in my knowledge of her stories and the stories at the root of her that were at the root of me as well; and also, I'd wish simply to have talked with her, to have heard her voice while I still could, to have pulled it into my skin like welcome ointment, her voice, her luminous voice, the voice of the only person who might have protected me if she'd had the power.”