To the Mother Who Needed Me to Be Her Mother
I was too young to carry what you gave me.Too young to hold your sadness, your stories, your fears. But I did. Because I thought that’s what love meant. You
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I was too young to carry what you gave me.Too young to hold your sadness, your stories, your fears. But I did. Because I thought that’s what love meant. You
Read MoreMost parents want their children to succeed. We encourage them to work hard, aim high, and reach their full potential. But sometimes, without realizing it, the expectations we set can
Read MoreDear Brother, You probably never noticed. And I don’t think you meant to. But growing up, it always felt like life handed you things with both hands while I had
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