Large Fry climbed into my lap.
"Mommy? I love you so much."
I kissed her head and wrapped my arms around her. "I love you, too."
"You're my best mommy ever. I'll always love you."
"I'll always love you, too."
"Mommy?"
"Hmm?"
"When I'm a grown-up, will you be a gramma?"
"Yes, when you have children, I'll be their gramma."
"But what if I don't have children? Will you still be my mom?"
I stroked her hair, still damp from tonight's bath, behind her ear.
"Yes, honey, I'll still be your mom. I'll always be your mom."
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