Mummy’s girl

I just spoke to my mother about some questionable things and we had a discussion on it.  At the end of it all, she called me out from the study room and gave me a hug, saying that I am her precious little girl, that she knows the world now is so strange and wrong but that I must have wisdom to make the right decisions. And that no matter what, I would always be precious to her.

You know what? I think I’m glad to be a mummy’s girl.

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