->Now Mar believed that she never cared for her parents. She despised them for constantly arguing and yet pretending everything was all right in her presence. She had been counting the days until she could turn eighteen and leave home.\\
And yet now, when she was alone, clinging on to the flotsam that had survived her sunken house, she would have given almost anything to have them back. Her beautiful but admittedly naggy mother, who always sighed in disappointment at her for not living up to her potential. Her workaholic father who never spent time home if he could help it. As parents, they were horrible at their job, but they were there.
->'''Emily:''' How is this going to work now?\\
'''[[UnnamedParent Emily's mother]]:''' What do you mean?\\
'''Emily:''' I mean my whole life you've been my supposed voice of reason. Now it turns out you're another... Flawed person. Maybe that's something I should have realised years ago...\\
'''Emily's mother:''' We're all flawed people, Emily. Being a parent doesn't change any of that. Just because I didn't always follow my own advice doesn't mean it wasn't the right advice. I'm sure you didn't always follow it either. I'm no better than you. I just have more experience with mistakes. That's what being an adult really is. It's not being smarter. It's just having made a lot of the mistakes that children haven't made yet and being frustrated that no matter what we say you'll probably still make them and knowing deep down that we'll keep making some of them too.