Her mouth twitches. “Oh?” I nod, and then my face crashes down with a scowl. “People are mean to him too.” Momma’s eyes crease, and her mouth thins. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I shake my head. “It’s okay,” I rush out. “It’s not gonna happen again. He has me now.” She smiles, tilting her head. “What?” Her eyes are red now, like she might cry. She shakes her head. “Nothing, just… I’m proud of you, kid.”
