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“Alive. That was the first thing.
A daughter. That was the second.
They knew this without being told, without searching the newborn's features for some telltale sign. If the child had been a boy, the Mothers would have emerged empty-handed. They would have filed quietly from the house, leaving the family to their disappointment.
A boy was simply another mouth to feed, another body to keep warm during the winter. A boy might wield an axe or trap a bird. He might mend a roof or skin a rabbit.
Such things were useful; there was no denying it. But a daughter? A daughter could do those too, and much more besides.”
― Meg McKinlay, A Single Stone

“She has dirt on me before I’m dirty.”
― Will Kostakis, Begin, End, Begin: A #LoveOzYA Anthology

“The first day she rocked up to school she was wearing a massive brown rosary, hanging around her neck outside her school uniform jumper with a swinging cross at the bottom. Her dad probably made her wear it. “Hey yo, pimping for Christ!â€� I called out, and she turned as red as the sacred heart, bless.”
― Alice Pung , Begin, End, Begin: A #LoveOzYA Anthology