“Mom.” “Yes, honey?” “I’m afraid. A lot.” It’s all I can get out of my mouth to say. My mom sighs and nods her head at me, as I snuggle closer to her. “Baby, I can’t imagine how you feel. I love you so much. I feel afraid too.” It’s the first I ever heard her speak about being afraid of what’s happening to me. “I don’t know how to feel, Mom.” “You just need to feel how you feel, girl. You don’t need to do nothing but be you.” She looks down at me and strokes my forehead.
