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The tears for the future. And the tears for yesterday, and what she didn’t see coming.
“Everything you do is interesting to me,” she says, tears springing with the kind of reckless fatalism of somebody who won’t be here tomorrow; a deathbed proclamation, a call from a hijacked plane. A woman who can connect and connect and connect with her son, but it doesn’t matter, it won’t last. “I have never loved anybody as much as I love you. Never will,” she says plainly, her eyes wet. “I got it wrong. If I don’t show you that. Because it is so true – it is the truest thing.”
Cry
The children we are with our parents.
