in the waiting I found every season of myself one a baby no older than three at the top of the stairs pleading for love through tear-stained sticky notes and sobs to her mom I adore her the one who felt it all despite her caregiver's indifference
Love the structure and pacing of this deeply personal piece. Lovely writing too. Grief as a reflection of love is something I’ve been grappling with for a while ❤️
Beautifully written vulnerability 🥺💖🫂
Woa! Gut punch. Thank you?😊 🙏
Grief is proof of love, powerful words ❤️🪐
Love the structure and pacing of this deeply personal piece. Lovely writing too. Grief as a reflection of love is something I’ve been grappling with for a while ❤️