Stephanie Wrobel. Sweet Rose Gold (№ 413178)

No one has ever looked at me like my mother. Not dad, not Phil, not Alex. As soon as I opened my mouth, and for my mother, all other people ceased to exist. When I was in pain, she forgot about her own pain. Mom hated everyone who bullied me, more than myself. I could forgive all the bullies, but she did not forget anything.