She sat down on a rock, looking up at her daughter. "I remember the days when you had not even seen the ocean, and you wondered if there would be monsters in the sea that would come up and eat you."
"The first memory I have is from this beach. Was that after we got here, or was I born here?" The mother did not reply, only looked to the west, remembering the past.
The daughter picked up a rock and threw it out in the water. "When you throw a rock into the water, circles appear on the surface, and even under it. The bigger rock, the bigger circles."
"I told you that once, did I not?"
"Yes."
She closed her eyes. "Once, someone threw a rock into my life. It still has not settled on the bottom."
The daughter kept silent, only staring at the seagulls that laughed at them.