Paige: Mommy, I love you.
Me: I love you, too.
Paige: No, I mean actually really love you.
Me: I know, I really love you, too.
Paige: No, Mommy, you don't understand. My love is real. I really love you. I send my love to you all the time. Turn around. Do you see me sending it to you?
Me: Uh...yeah...I see it.
Paige: You do?
Me: Yes.
Paige: Good. Cause I was really pushing my love to you. It was beginning to hurt.
This was sweet, disturbing and creepy all at once. I pray to God no one ever walks up on one of these conversations that is sweet on one end (me and Paige) and bizarre on another...say a social worker that just happened to be within earshot.
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