Surviving Motherhood: A Lesson in Kindness and Strength
I was eight months pregnant, tired from the weight of it all, when I stepped onto the tram. The moment I sat down, a woman stepped in, holding a baby in one arm and a large bag in the other. She looked exhausted, worn down by the daily grind. No one made room for her,…
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