“I have a mom.” “You do. How does it feel?” “Like a dream. Am I dreaming, princess? I’ve got to be, right? Because there’s no way I get to have this. A life with you. A life with my mom. She’s supposed to be dead. She’s ‘died’ multiple times, and—” “And yet, she’s still alive.” I turn over, facing him. “She’s a survivor, Chris. A strong, brave woman who gave birth to a strong, brave man. She might not have been able to raise you, but somehow you still have her fighting spirit, her inherent goodness.”
