Someday you’ll read this. Or you won’t. But if you do: I’m sorry.
A boy who can fall down and get up. A boy who learns that some people are just weather—you don’t beg the storm to stop, you learn to stand in the rain. A boy who will never need his mommy to fight his battles. Because that is the only kind of boy who grows into a man I can trust to be alone in this world. mommy loves your bullies
I need to say something ugly out loud.