I love my mom

“Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee?’ For on the palms of the child’s hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet. ’Who hath dared to wound thee?’ cried the Giant; ‘tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.’ ’Nay!’ answered the child; ‘but these are the wounds of Love.’

(from oscar wilde’s the selfish giant)