It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.


A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (ed. 1943)


It's come at last, she thought, the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

It's come at last, she thought, the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

It's come at last, she thought, the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

It's come at last, she thought, the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.