Natasha Illum Berg

To me November is the month of change, crisp mornings, a few tall hours of light and the odd puffed up bird, who was tough enough, or dumb enough, to have stayed, after all the others left.

It seems some people think it’s natural that a mother should give up all manners of things vital to her, for the sake of the child. I cannot afford that, and neither can you. No human is strong enough to not resent a little that thing or person whom she thinks put a stop to her reaching her goals.

puffed up bird, who was tough enough, or dumb enough, to

Forgive me again, for my vanity, if I paint a darker picture of myself, than what is true

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Loved fiercely and unconditionally

Loved fiercely and unconditionally