Another empty day where mothers get praised and appreciated.
Where I feel like a failure for not being a mother.
Where I wonder if I was not allowed to be one because I am not good enough, as if I am not entitled to that honor.
Another empty day where mothers get praised and appreciated.
Where I feel like a failure for not being a mother.
Where I wonder if I was not allowed to be one because I am not good enough, as if I am not entitled to that honor.