“They tell you how hard it is to be a parent,” she murmured. “How many sleepless nights and temper tantrums it will take to survive those first years, how testing it is to cope with teenagers, but no one mentions the bit which is the hardest of all.” “What’s that?” I asked and she smiled sadly, her thumb brushing over my cheek as she studied my features. “How very difficult it is to admit that they’ve grown up.” A tear spilled down her cheek and I frowned, raising my hand to cup over hers, holding her palm against my skin. I had so many memories of those eyes, tucking me in at night, shining
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I love their relationship
