I Hear You You experience many pains as a mother, some I wish not to divulge here, though there is one so staggering and unthinkable that I would not wish this torture upon anyone. It is individual, and enraging. If you like me have felt it then I hear you call even now. It is this. Stepping... on a Lego brick. I know. I hear your screams. I hear you. That sharp agony. God, even through socks. It is when you believe 'finally, my child has took responsibility over their own #life and has taken the first step is in tidying their room unaided.' You are gleeful, only natural. To step into the room, twirling, indulging in this space unseen for at least twelve weeks. And then. "... ah... AHHHHHH! ... AHH! JOHNNY!"
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