ILLNESS DOESN'T MAKE ME ANY LESS OF A MOTHER!
It's quiet.
It's too quiet. I miss my son.
Where's my beautiful
3 year old tornadoe?
Oh.
I tore my ACL
LAST YEAR
Doingsomething kind.
I am over a year past both
Injury and surgery.
Why are you a better parent??
I say goodbye.
I cry.
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