
(Source: the-newgirlintown)
“Mom?” I said. She turned. “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course, darling. Come here.”
I took a few steps into the room. There was so much I wanted to say.
“I need you to be —” I said, and then I started to cry.
“Be what?” she said, opening her arms.
“Not sad,” I said.”― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

(Source: lavieenchocolat)

