[ Well that's not fair but FINE. She's still quiet as she thinks about her answer, concentrating on the way it feels when Claire rubs her back. It reminds her of sick days and snow days and all the random lazy Sundays in between. And that's where she finds her answer. ]
I hope I can see you really, really happy.
[ She's seen her mom happy, with stories and achievements and happy celebrations. But what would it be like to see her happy in a way that only one person could ever do for her? That's what she hopes for, that happiness. To catch even a glimpse of it.
She also hopes everything they've fixed between them stays intact and is built upon, but that one she keeps to herself. ]
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I hope I can see you really, really happy.
[ She's seen her mom happy, with stories and achievements and happy celebrations. But what would it be like to see her happy in a way that only one person could ever do for her? That's what she hopes for, that happiness. To catch even a glimpse of it.
She also hopes everything they've fixed between them stays intact and is built upon, but that one she keeps to herself. ]