"Maybe." I sniffle and scrub a hand across the back of my eyes. No matter what Joe decides, I'll always be proud I was his mother, even if it wasn't for long.
I'm not aware of a pitiful murmur of "... my baby ..." escaping my mouth until it's already said.
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Date: 2012-04-16 09:17 pm (UTC)I'm not aware of a pitiful murmur of "... my baby ..." escaping my mouth until it's already said.