I am not a mother, and I am unfit to be one. I'm 17 years old, and I am still reckless, lazy, and altogether still learning how to take care of myself. Washing dishes feels like the end of the world,...

If I had to begin again, a thousand times, a thousand ways, I’d still choose you to be my mom— in every lifetime, in every day. The world may change, the years may fade, But some bonds time...

 if i could i would dive in the deepest end i would board her train of thoughts and ride it until i saw all of the beautiful sights along the way then maybe i could make her understand me more than...

The way I long to be a mother Is the way the grass can’t wait to experience the sun’s light  It sounds archaic to need this so badly   “This” is hoping for a little girl painting...