Mother by Nia J.

For the first time, I saw the effects of time on her. Her face resting against the arm of our couch, a face that supports the beautiful brown folds of skin that make her unique. Even in her state of rest, she showed exhaustion from the life she provided for us. It saddened and motivated … Read moreMother by Nia J.

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