Anita picked up a stray sock off the floor, her heart heavy with the weight of the never-ending chores of motherhood.
As she dusted off the stack of books on her son's shelf, her hand brushed against a crumpled piece of paper hidden amongst the clutter.
Curious, she unfurled it, her eyes scanning the familiar handwriting of her son.
Her heart plummeted as she read the words he had penned, a silent scream echoing in her mind.
Jasper Smith (Anita's son)
📝 * I wish Dad could come back on my 16th birthday,and bring me PS5. I know strong people cry at night and I always see mom cry at night. Please make my 16th birthday wish come true. Dad.*
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the depth of her son's longing for his absent father.
She sank into the floor, trembling with the weight of her grief.
She clutched the letter to her chest, the words branded into her soul like a scar that would never heal. Furthermore, she sobbed uncontrollably.
Anita Smith (FL)
*thought* How could I ever measure up to my son's expectations of my strength when I feel so weak broken inside?
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