The nights I question if someone, anyone, could and would do it better.
You’ll never remember these nights.
But I will.
The nights I park myself next to you, listening to you breathe.
The nights I lie there, smelling your hair and studying your beautiful face.
You’ll never remember these nights.
But I will.
I will remember them for the rest of my life because I’m your mother.
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This piece originally appeared at Jthreenme, published with permission.
