It’s not that I necessary look old. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I look tired. I look rushed. I look like I’ve let myself go. Mom tells the realities of caring for others with special needs.
“I took the photos in the minutes before Julia’s death and buried them on my phone until now because I didn’t want to look at them, and I still don’t."
"Everyone stared at me, most of them childless, I assumed. No one with children would give me that straight faced, lip twisted, look that seems to say, 'If you can't control your kid, then don't go out.'"
