“Once Lucretia asked me why I didn’t just let her die. Can you imagine it? She was fourteen years old. ‘Why don’t you just let me die?’ I told her that my life without her wasn’t worth living. As long as she lives, I live. Those words are written on every good mother’s heart.” She pressed her forehead to the side of her daughter’s face. “As long as you live, I live,” she whispered to Loochie.
Don’t worry I’m just sobbing at this 🙃
