“You think I don’t worry too?” his mom asks. “You think I don’t worry every single fucking day that I’m going to outlive you, that something will happen to you and I won’t know until it’s too late? Don’t you dare mock that boy for giving a shit about you, because you are lucky to have him, and if I were you I’d be doing everything in my power to keep it that way, because god love you, you are not an easy person to deal with sometimes.”
