The Lending Library

by Aliza Fogelson

“He’s a narcissist,” Coco claimed. That word always sounded so lovely that it was hard to believe it meant such an unpleasant thing.

“It can be so scary being a mother, can’t it?” I pressed on. “Definitely.” She was quiet for a moment while I tried not to choke on the ache I felt at the thought of losing Terabithia. “Then on the other hand,” she countered, “that fear, that vulnerability, reminds you of the depth of your love because it shows you how much you have to lose.”