I'm at a muggle clothing store in London and I was trying to find something nice to wear for tomorrow but then I realized...
What if he doesn't even want to see me tomorrow? I haven't been his mother for his whole life - nothing he can remember. What if he goes to someone else, someone more like a mother to him? Who did things I couldn't do because I was fucking dead?
Or if he feels obligated but doesn't actually want to.
I feel robbed. I feel like my son died, not me. Now this stranger who is older than I am is calling me mum because he knows he should and I...
Oh I don't know. I'm being ridiculous. I'm just so angry.