Mom - Little Girl

But then, after the storm passes, she whispers, "I love you even when you’re grumpy."

And I realize: She doesn’t need a perfect mother. She just needs me . mom little girl

But she is also her own person. Fierce where I was shy. Loud where I learned to be quiet. Watching her navigate the world is like reading a beautiful book where I already know the beginning but am desperate to see how her unique chapter unfolds. But then, after the storm passes, she whispers,