Hillary Simpson

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“So I never had a chance to really know my mom.” She nods firmly, listening carefully. “And I like to think she would’ve loved me like you do. No stipulations, no requirements. Just because I exist.” My eyes burn. Lily wipes at tears in her watery gaze and nods me on. “I admire you, and I think you’ve raised strong as hell children, just like you are. They’re extremely lucky to have you as a mom.” I get choked up and clear my throat. “You’re my son too,” Lily suddenly professes, tears streaming down her round face. “You know that, right, Farrow? You’re a part of this family forever.” Fuck. I ...more
Hillary Simpson
AND THIS HAD ME SOBBING ONCE AGAIN.
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