Abby Johnson

“You don’t always like those you love unconditionally. Language fails us, always. Flimsy things, these words.”
― Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

“I remembered how when I was a child I would slip my cold feet between my mother’s thighs to warm them. How she’d shiver and whisper that she would always suffer to bring me comfort, that that was how you knew someone really loved you. I remembered the boots she’d broken in so that by the time I got them I could go on unbothered, without harm. Now, more than ever, I wished desperately for a way to transfer pain, wished I could prove to my mother just how much I loved her, that I could just crawl into her hospital cot and press my body close enough to absorb her burden.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart