once a mother | Rebecca Freeman

Once there was a woman, and she ran away from home.

How autobiographical should the story be, though? Remember The Lovely Bones? The mother ran away from her family, then. What did you think about that? You weren’t a mother. You couldn’t understand. What kind of grief is that, to lose your child in that way? You wish your children would leave you alone, but you don’t want them to die.

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