The Mother
Her tired face pondered her precious little burden. He was languidly piled on the floor in the mess of blankets he’d no doubt pilfered from the linen closet. She just didn’t know what to do anymore.
Her tired face pondered her precious little burden. He was languidly piled on the floor in the mess of blankets he’d no doubt pilfered from the linen closet. She just didn’t know what to do anymore.