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No baby knows when the nipple is pulled from his mouth for the last time. No child knows when he last calls his mother “Mama.” No small boy knows when the book has closed on the last bedtime story that will ever be read to him. No boy knows when the water drains from the last bath he will ever take with his brother. No young man knows, as he first feels his greatest plea sure, that he will never again not be sexual. No brinking woman knows, as she sleeps, that it will be four de cades before she will again awake infertile. No mother knows she is hearing the word Mamafor the last time. No father knows when the book has closed on the last bedtime story he will ever read: From that day on, and for many
years to come, peace reigned on the island of Ithaca, and the gods looked favorably upon Odysseus, his wife, and his son. Jacob knew that what ever happened, he would see the kitchen again. And yet his eyes became sponges for the details— the burnished handle of the snack drawer; the seam where the slabs of soapstone met; the Special Award for Bravery sticker on the underside of the island’s overhang, given to Max for what no one knew was his last pulled tooth, a sticker Argus saw many times every day, and only Argus ever saw— because Jacob knew he would one day wring them out for the last drops of these last moments; they would come as tears.

Safran Foer. Here I am