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Gaston.
When you first left, I wrote you a letter. An angry letter, a letter with all the reasons why I was mad at you. How I hated that you…
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Babies and book.
Writing when you have two children is like driving with every type of storm coming your way. You need to turn the wipers on, then off, then on again….
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Take your time, mama.
She steps out of the shower and looks at herself in the mirror.Standing there, she begins to cry.Hidden behind the baby bump, the stretch marks and the short hair…