Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Cast Away
He had to go. Today. Even if he had nowhere to live, had to sleep under a tree, cold and wet. She couldn’t be his mother and let him stay because then nothing would change. But she could watch from the upstairs window and pray for his steps.
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As a mom, this really touched my heart. So much story in so few words.
Been there.
A mother’s love. Nice one.
You showed so much in such a tight space. I love how you share the why of the tough love without directly saying it.
That last line says everything about being a mother. Loved it!