I love you too, I wanted to say with as much hurtful sarcasm as I could muster, but she hadn’t seen me, and I kept quiet. I did love her, of course, but mostly just because loving your mother is mandatory, not because she’s someone I think I’d like very much if I met her walking down the street. Which she wouldn’t be anyway; walking is for poor people
Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
