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By Anonymous (not verified) , 12 October, 2024
The mother cut
That night, as the baby fed, I scrolled through old photos on my phone and wondered if you could envy yourself. I saw my face, my body, my hair, from years and even months ago, and felt a painful tightening in my throat and my jaw. I began to resent the phrase I had heard, yet I could not stop repeating it to myself – the mother cut, the mother cut.