@tjgvbb
Funny how I used to think love was about big gestures—now I realize it’s in the quiet stuff. Me forgetting to call, them still leaving the porch light on. Me showing up late, them warming my plate anyway. Doesn’t make sense, right? The less I “deserve” it, the more they give. I used to roll my eyes at their old-school ways—now I catch myself humming their lullabies when I’m stressed. Who knew patience tasted like cold leftovers saved just for you? Or that “I’m proud of you” could hide inside a grumbled “you’re still my kid.”
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