I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves w — Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
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I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

— Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith
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