I watched “Sarah’s Key” tonight, a movie that I have largely avoided since I concluded it would surely make me sad. It did. But, the “epilogue” recited by the lead actress stood out to me for other reasons. The explanation of storytelling, my passion:
“And so I write this for you, my Sarah, with the hope that one day, when you’re old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else. The memory of who we were. The hope of what we can become.”
Well, that’s just it right there.