I hold no Shame for my life journey. There just isn’t room for it anymore.
When he asks you on a date: “So, what kind of mother do you imagine yourself being?” and you have no idea.
“Is there a day that passes in which you don’t think of him?” She asked. And I’m tempted to say no. I think of him every day.
“My curfew used to be at midnight. I would come home late and take off my shoes as to not wake my parents up.”