mother

nationality

British

occupation / innovator as

journalist

novelist

woman of letters

is one who allows one to know in some deep-rooted part of you that, even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, that you deserved to be loved.

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

is one who sees not the galuphing, unshaken, opinionated grown man before her; she sees all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one.

I look at him and see the baby I held in my arms, dewing besotted, unable to believe that I'd created another human being. I see the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied by some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history.

Jojo Moyes

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