A Cry of A Woman, A Mother and A Dreamer
This is the cry I never spoke aloud—the kind that echoes only in the quiet of the night, when the world is asleep and I’m left with the weight of everything I carry alone. It’s the silent ache of being unheard, unseen, but still showing up with love for children who only know my smile. Behind that smile is a woman who’s tired… but not giving up. A mother who’s bent, but not broken. A dreamer who’s been delayed, but not denied. And in this cry, there’s hope. In this cry, there’s strength. In this cry, there’s the quiet beginning of a woman rewriting her story—one brave step at a time.
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