Breath …

it seems like it’s not my night, broken washing machine, man out for work, children sleeping …not her , Annabelle who looks at me and smiles << mom I’ll take care of the little ones, please go to the laundromat, I’ll wait for you with hot chocolate and whipped cream and then give you a healthy rest>> I will be eternally grateful to that little girl who was the fruit of a great conscious love, the adoption by her father and then by me. She immediately called me << Mom >> Now I am the one who smiles, tiredly, but I smile gratefully for life and the love it has reserved for me. ( if only it were true ♥)

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