“More than all the stars in the sky.”

Mike, and Tiffany, and every other person who had ever looked at my quiet and mistaken it for weakness, had learned the same lesson on the same evening, though only I would ever know they had all learned it together.

A mother’s love is not a fragile thing, to be mocked across a lawn or bargained for with a wallet or signed away in fine print.

It is the opposite of fragile.