i wish you weren't so ******* yourself. i wish you understood that your fragile, unsteady fingers are my favorite thing. i don't care if my braid has lumps in it because your hands won't stop shaking. i don't care that it's not as tight as it could be because you're not as strong as you once were. and if someday i have to live without you, i'll braid my hair, and make sure it's loose and imperfect, and know you're with me forever.
i realize every day that my time with my loved ones isn't guaranteed or will last forever. hug them tighter, and tell them you love them each chance you get.