This one's a little different. Directly post-The Chrismukkah That Almost Wasn't.
Disclaimer – nothing you recognize is mine.
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Lindsay used to know what love was.
Love was her mother's arms, her concerned face whenever Lindsay hinted at being upset. It was stories her mother made up at bedtime when she was younger.
Suddenly, love was a lie.
Her mother's face hurts her, Ryan's words aren't good enough, Seth's jokes sting.
Yet when Kirsten hugs her for the first time, Lindsay begins to think maybe love is real after all. It's present in Seth's words, Kirsten's arms, Sandy's tentative smile. It's present in her mother's imploring eyes.
Lindsay can't forgive her mother yet, but she'll never stop loving her.