Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

Previously

…Oh, this anxiety, a shadow in her mind. Depression’s heavy hand, a future left behind. But she would rise above it all, a phoenix from the flame. For her daughter, watching her, she whispered out her name. Her strength, her son, he was the reason she stood tall. Though the world might try to break her, she would never fall. Never fall, never fall, she would stand tall. For her son, for her daughter, she would give her all. Her strength, her son, he had her everything. Her strength, her son, until her daughter saw her sing.