Stepping into the room feels like a nostalgic trip down memory lane as I see my two kids together. Just ten years ago, I watched my oldest play video games with my now 11-year-old.
Witnessing their bond reassures me that I’m on the right path. Unlike the relationship I had with my brother, built on trauma, they’re connecting through love and laughter. From the moment I became a mother, I committed myself to breaking the cycle of abuse and neglect. My approach has evolved over the years, but my core values and determination have remained steadfast.
I never wanted to be the source of their trauma... and maybe, just maybe, I succeeded. Let’s just say, I sincerely fucking hope so.
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