Katherine nodded softly. Her knees were drawn close to her body, her head propped up. Another sip and the liquid turned cold at the touch of her lips.
"A part of me knows this. In a way they win if they manage to upset me. But my temper doesn't always let me and a part of me is in doubt if I'm not at fault. And I'm angry that these people make me think that way. And there is this tiny part of me that worries that if I stop carrying, if I stop fighting, I end up like Dad. He is so eaten up by his past and by hurt that he has stopped carrying altogether. And I know I can choose my own path. But..." She shrugged a helpless shrug. "Knowing and feeling things are not always the same."