“Every single one of them counts, because it means you’re still here. You are still here and whatever you wanna do or whoever you wanna be, it’s never too late.” It feels bittersweet. I’m grateful that Charlotte has a mother like this, because she deserves nothing less, but it’s also a bit gloomy for me, wishing my mother was half as strong as Elizabeth is. She eyes me with a serious look on her face, as if she wants to make sure I’m listening to her. “Because you’re still alive. Celebrate your birthday, Hunter. They are important, because you are important.
