“I don’t remember the precise time. It probably started when I woke up and found out you’d left the book for me. Or the time you set aside a piece of cake for me and put the glass of milk close to my chair for breakfast. When you told me about your problems, and I realized that having a mom who accepts you is not the immediate solution to everything. When you listened to me crying and complaining about things that I have no idea how to solve. There was no beginning. It was all of those things that made me like you.”
