Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

Previously

…She wished she could have built a better world for them, a castle safe from all the ghosts inside her head. A world where all her broken promises were true. But the cracks were always there, beneath the paint, and every single lesson went unlearned. She looked at the handprint on the wall, a faint smudge now, almost invisible. So many words she wished she would have said, so many things she wished she would have done. The silence of the house answered her unspoken questions, a heavy, grey blanket that settled over her, a constant reminder of the world she yearned to build, the world that remained just out of reach.