my baby girl loves me. I know she does. I love her, so I hold her as I cry, or I force myself to smile back at her. It feels like my life is falling apart right now. Maybe it’s not, but how do I know? I have made so many mistakes. And I googled the phrase “would someone care if I die”, even though I know the answer. She would care. She loves me, and I love her. So I bear on. And sometimes I think :”she doesn’t deserve a broken mother” maybe if I… But no. No one will love her as much […]
