This is Life!
I birthed it quietly,a fragile thing,soft and pliant in my hands. At first, it obeyed,easy to guide,willing to move where I led. I whispered.I shaped.And it listened. But as it grew,stubbornness appeared.It curled and resisted.It refused to stay where I placed it. It cried for attention,demanded more than I had to give,pulled at me with [ā¦]
Iām the Mother š
