" Exactly,” she says, turning hr head to look at me. “It’s so lonely when no one worries about you. Not even your parents. You start to wonder what’s wrong with you.”
“Okay,” I say, squeezing her. “From here on out consider me moderately to gravely concerned about you at all times.”
“Thank you,” she says. “I know it’s absurd, but hearing those words actually means a lot. "

― Mary H.K. Choi , Permanent Record