motherhood

December 30, 2017

 

 

Three of them are outside my bedroom door as we speak. I locked the door. I am trying to take a moment to myself, it has been really hard to do these days. I miraculously managed a cup of tea and a book and I am laying here as still as possible. Silent even as I turn a page. I don't want them to know I am in here. But they know. They always know. 
And as I I lay here, Ophelia continues to bang on the door. When I finally respond and ask what she wants, she tells me she just needs a hug.

Oh, this girl is good.

But I'm not letting her in.

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