Every family harbors a hidden history.

 Every family harbors a hidden history. In it, wounds, failures, betrayals, secret conversations, and fragments that lie scattered like a shattered earthen pot, impossible to piece together. In truth, it is children who keep many families from falling apart. Just as dust gathers in every home, so do unhealed grievances and unexpressed desires lie piled up. Women swallow words, and in their throats, an unsoothed wound runs deep. Like a wind-tossed wave, many families drift in some limbo, unsure where to find their footing. Happiness, like the smoke from an incense stick, wafts faintly around the house for a moment before vanishing into some corner.