All the little duckies with their heads in the water
Heads in the water
All the little duckies with their heads in the water
Oh, such sweet little duckies.

I was surrounded by hundreds of drowned children, heads in the water, their little feet in the air.

All the little duckies, with their heads in the water
Heads in the water.

It was my punishment. Honor lost. Everything lost.
Shame is a hunter.
My shame was all around me now.

But how can they just decide that we're animals? They don't even know us," I said.
"We know us," said Mother. "They're wrong. And don't ever allow them to convince you otherwise. Do you understand?

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.

Mother was anchor. Mother was comfort. Mother was home. A girl who lost her mother was suddenly a tiny boat on an angry ocean. Some boats eventually floated ashore. And some boats, like me, seemed to float farther and farther from land.