[uncledaddy]

"Like... a warm blanket," murmured Randy. "She was always there. She always knew what to do. Sometimes I'd laugh at 'er for gettin' worried over every little cut and scrape... but inside, it felt good to know she cared so much. Even if she don' like what I do, I can put my arms around 'er and she'll kiss me an' call me her sweet baby. I'da done anything for my mother. She was perfect." His lip quivered ever so slightly. "She didn't even blame me..."