while blow drying her hair straight after her shower a little while ago.

Me: I love you, RTY.
RTY: What? (because there was ambient noise that muffled my original statement)
Me: I love you.
RTY: I love you, too.
Me: I wish you were my daughter. I hate that we don’t have you more.
RTY: I wish you were my mom.
Me: No, you don’t. And you don’t have to say that, that’s not the point. Your mom is your mom, and that’s that. I just want you to know that I love you and I think I am so lucky to have you in my life. Because you might not know that.
RTY: Okay.

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