Come morning, his memory would be of a night spent watching over them all. And each of them - dog and boy, mother and old man - would feel the same.

David Wroblewski
About This Quote

This quote is an exquisite representation of the bond formed between a mother and her son. When they finally fall asleep, the mother and the son will be together and never be apart. The morning will come and they will meet again.

Source: The Story Of Edgar Sawtelle

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