Dear Mom,
Sometimes I wonder who the woman living inside my home was before her name was taken.
What were her dreams? Aspirations?
What happened to her friends? Her smile?
Why is there no reflection in her mirror?
Does she hold regrets? Is one of them being a mother with no name?
Signed, your deepest sorrow, a daughter.
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Author:
JAY (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 29th, 2025 23:29
- Category: family
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