eight years later and the little girl’s heart in this 50 something year-old’s body is still trying to understand how any mother could do that.
as a mother myself, i don’t have the slightest idea how you don’t do everything in your power to have me in your life. i can’t imagine any circumstances that would allow me to leave a relationship with my child.
my struggle is, and has been for years, how do i leave you? i have this image of you. i see myself as a six or seven year old girl, running through the streets in a city under attack. you’re shot, laying dead in the street, but 