loneliness motherhood

PND

A tear slides slowly down her cheek

I can see her sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking anxious, tired, wearing a top spotted with spit up on the shoulder, I catch her glancing at the baby asleep in the bouncer, she sighs, sinks back into the sofa and looks around the room, toys strewn around, a half empty cup of tea and toast barely touched, she dares to […]

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