She doesnt need the pack. She doesnt need me.I shot to my feet. Thats not true, I said hotly.He tilted his head a little, his eyes meeting mine. His eyes softened. I misspoke, he said in a steady voice. She doesnt need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live-that is my privilege, but she doesnt need me to do that. She doesnt need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesnt need me to do anything except love her. Which I do.
