“You sound so much like your father,” she said. “He offered to stop the
tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea. He thought he could solve all
my problems with a wave of his hand."
"What’s wrong with that?"
Her multicolored eyes seemed to search inside me. "I think you know, Percy. I think you’re enough like
me to understand. If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself. I can’t let a god take care
of me…or my son. I have to…find the courage on my own. Your quest has reminded me of that."
A steely look of anger flared in my mother’s eyes, and I thought, just maybe, I was leaving her in good
hands after all. Her own.