The moment the child is born, the mother is also born, claimed the bright poster at the clinic.
“That’s not true. I always was and always will be your mother,” she insisted.
Her tears fell as she rocked the crib.
The crib that held her child, her phantom child.
Ah! A successful post after a break. The pieces I wrote for the last couple of days were not quite satisfactory. I think I like this one!
The word given was “phantom.” I understand that the issue I have highlighted here is sensitive. I have done my best to keep it so.
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