the fire that rages within

bitchinata:

               ’ Yeah. May be hard, but I won’t; I promise.’

She pulls him in close, arms wrapping around his body in an embrace. 

               ’ Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you for a son ?’

                                  “Not a lot. I like to pretend you do…”

He doesn’t count the times where she would often curse at him, or the moments when she spits out in frustration ‘ accident ’. He knows his mother too much to understand that those were not her true thoughts.

                                                     "But it’s nice to hear it, once in a while.“