He helped his mom scrub the floor, their faces bruised and their hearts broken. Even so, they were both smiling, because a small bird was a big victory over an eternal tyrant. Joar took deep breaths of the smell of the soap and whispered into his mom’s hair: “I love you.” “How can I be so lucky?” she whispered.
Joar 💔😭🥺
— Jan 09, 2026 08:53PM
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