That day changed me. Not because I stopped being a mom—I didn't. I still pack lunches and find lost sneakers. But I stopped believing that my worth is measured by my exhaustion.
I sat down on the couch. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the blank TV. mom pov sandra
That’s when I heard it. A soft thump from the hallway. I turned my head. Peeking around the corner was a small, grubby hand, followed by the guilty face of my neighbor's three-year-old, Leo, who had apparently wandered in through the unlocked back door. That day changed me
Then, a small voice. Chloe had come back in. "Mom? Aren't you driving us to school?" mom pov sandra
