a morning in my office
The stories are swimming in my head.
“My daughter tried to kill herself.
I live in fear of her death.”
“My baby is hungry.
How do I get food?”
“His fever’s so high.”
The joys of
mother-
hood
The stories are swimming in my head.
“My daughter tried to kill herself.
I live in fear of her death.”
“My baby is hungry.
How do I get food?”
“His fever’s so high.”
The joys of
mother-
hood