While walking to the bus stop the other day, my toddler reached out and grabbed my elderly neighbor’s hand. She is someone else’s grandmother, not his, and I’m not sure he knows that. She is who he sees everyday. Not my mom. Never my mom. Never again.
Sometimes I’m okay, and then I’m not.
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