“You deserve good things, Daniel. All and every good thing, you deserve.” She breathes out a poignant sigh. “I hate I’m sorrys wholeheartedly. Anytime I hear them, my skin itches. It’s all I heard when Mom passed,” she whispers in my ear with a gripping pain, I feel every tremor in her voice choke my soul. “So I shouldn’t say this because maybe you’ll hate it too, but I’m so sorry.” She shakily breathes, voice catching in her throat. “I’m sorry you’re hurting. I’m sorry I can’t take your pain away. If I could, I would.”
sobbing wtf
