Longing For My Ex-Wife
Now, the girl had a name, a face, a laugh, and a home.
And most importantly—now she had a choice.
She had to be strong—not just for herself, but for Anika.
Maya walked over to her desk and sat down. She pulled out a sheet of paper and started writing—just small thoughts, little reminders, and one question at the bottom of the page.
“What does it mean to be a good mother?”
She stared at it for a long time.
It wasn’t about money or luxury. It wasn’t about clothes or big houses. It was about love, protection, and truth. She had all of that in her heart. What she lacked in riches, she would make up for in love.
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