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“Do fathers and sons ever get along? It’s not until you’re a man yourself that you can see the man who raised you for what he was.”
But I knew his fists like I knew my name. And I thought it love.
My mama knew herself, and there’s a fearsome power in that. Knowing exactly who you are and exactly what you’re capable of. Most folk would call it arrogance, I suppose. But most folk are fucking fools.”
And that's why she's mother!!
Of all those I’d called friend over the years, Justice was the only one who remained. And through his pain and fear, in the darkest of all his hours, he looked to me. His Gabriel.
IM NOT CRYING!
