Today, Ana was a ninja. She informed me that ninjas have cats and swords. Her dad, whose dream is to be a ninja, would be proud.
Nor do we have two heads or carry leprosy. We walk among you unnoticed until normal little everyday things force us to fall apart in public and reveal ourselves. This is my place to vent my frustrations at the jobsworths who don't get it, wallow when I need to and discover a new future because the unthinkable did happen and my husband died suddenly at 38 in February this year leaving me and our two little babies under the age of two behind.
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