On my first mother's day, I feel unexpectedly soppy. Why do all clichés have to be so true? It's only when you live something that you really feel it.
Nine months a mother, and the love I feel for this little creature is immense.
On this day, my thoughts are also with another mother that lost her only-son from extreme bullying in Greece. Why are people capable of such terrible things?
Nine months a mother, and the love I feel for this little creature is immense.
On this day, my thoughts are also with another mother that lost her only-son from extreme bullying in Greece. Why are people capable of such terrible things?
