An image that cuts to the heart. Crying as I read this.

…ng I wore in my eyes, my dirty hair, and yesterday’s clothes. For the shell of a human I had become. I cried for the life I didn’t get which I could see in the reflection of the kind smiles and shiny faces of the versed mothers from behind the counter.
What I Feared Most After My Daughter Died Saved My Life
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Nov 23, 2024
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An image that cuts to the heart. Crying as I read this.
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Written by Jacqueline Dooley
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I'm whatever the opposite of a data scientist is. Essayist. Content writer. Bereaved parent. Mediocre artist. Lover of birds, mushrooms, tiny dogs, and nature.
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