You don’t know it but you’re beautiful even at 6 a.m. in the morning rushing out the door to work trying to find the perfect heel to match the third outfit you just swapped from the closet.
This post is for the women who are silent. The ones that will quietly nod their heads and wipe their angry tears. Birth isn’t always what you dreamed it would be, is it?
I will admit that from the moment the two of you met, way back in kindergarten, I warned my son about you. I told him that you were bad news. But he didn't listen, and you and he bonded over illicit illegal activities and your broken homes.