— Mom, is it true that my dad left you when I was born? — my little son asked, and I just burst into tears in response.
— I promise, everything will be alright, — Anna whispered, pressing her newborn son to her chest. The February wind hurled snow against the taxi window. The drive from the maternity hospital seemed endless. Anna caught her reflection in the glass — a gaunt face, sunken eyes. She felt like she had aged over these … Read more