Charlene, you’ll worry you’ve said something wrong, then carry someone else’s hurt all day long. You’re quick to say, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” But you get to need things. You get to draw a line. I see the love you give your boy each day, how you learn what he needs, how you find a way. Then you wonder if you’re doing enough— mate, give yourself some credit. This shit is tough. I wish you’d talk to you like you talk to me, with all that kindness you give out for free. You don’t have to be strong to have me on your side. You can say you’re knackered. You can drop the pride. And if you’re crying now, well, that tracks. I love you, you soft sod. No taking it back. Not for all you do, or how much you get through— even with nothing left to give, I’d still choose you.