‘I’m so proud of who you are. Of the decisions you make, of how you face your challenges, of how you make me laugh even when my day sucks. You are my companion, son. And anyone who can enjoy your company is lucky. And I’m very happy that you trust me enough to tell me about your feelings,’ she says, wiping my tear with the tip of her finger. ‘Thanks, Mom. But I only came to you because I have no other friends,’ I tease. ‘Unbelievable! Get out of here.’ She laughs and pushes me away. Then we’re laughing and pushing each other, and it feels so good. I wish I knew how old is too old to lie down
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