More and more she despised her life: the dull routine of the job, the mindless conversation with her coworkers, the endless repetition of her days. She wanted only to be with the child, to feel the warm softness of his neck as he curled against her, to whisper to him and to sense how he listened happily to her voice.
Reading this when I was a teen it was sad but now that I’m a mother I was in tears. I couldn’t imagine someone taking my daughter from me
