“I know you think that I’m an overbearing nag, but I can’t help it. That’s what mothers do. We nag and worry and hover until we’re cold in the ground.”
“You’re my boy, Johnny.” She sighed heavily. “You might be towering over me now, but no matter what happens, or how far you go in life, you’ll always be my baby.”
“You know I love ya back,” I mumbled, embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Awwww
— Aug 05, 2024 04:12AM
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