My son h;i;t me just because my soup had no salt. The next morning he said, ‘My girlfriend is coming for lunch, Mom, cover it up and smile!’ Then he went to the office, and when he walked into his boss’s office, his face suddenly turned ashen, as if all the blo0d had drained from it.
Motherhood is often a chronicle of silent concessions, a slow erasure of self until you become nothing more than a background hum in
[...]







