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She couldn't bear to wake her. Upon seeing Lizzy arrive alone, Alex Ye lifted his gaze to her. Catching the look Alex shot her way, Lizzy blinked innocently. After a brief silence, Alex inquired, "Lizzy, where's your mommy?" Lizzy exhaled deeply, answering with a sage tone, "Mommy's been working too hard on her articles! She needs some more sleep." Alex replied, "But if Mommy skips breakfast, she might get so hungry she'll feel faint."

May June is a single mother living with her four year old daughter Lady and her little brother Mason. She works hard to keep her family afloat but she's so overworked that she doesn't even get the time to spend with her own family. She wishes could have just one day that she could have to just herself and her family. But she knew that money was much more important than wishes. She needed to keep working.

“Amaya is a sweet girl, Fiona. At this little age, she needs all the love she can get. Especially from you, her mother. She's just five years old. You shouldn't bother with the latest skincare to use on her or how to make her look dazzling. Let kids be kids.” Fiona's face grew hard, and she squared her shoulders in a challenge. “Oh, I see. So, now you're going to tell me how to be a mother? You think you know everything because you have one kid? Don't forget, you're a single mom, Janette-” “So are you,” Janette interjected and Fiona gasped. “Being a single mother isn't a crime, Fiona. It's not something to be ashamed of either. It just means that…"

My mother, despite us being poor, never let me feel alone. "Having a mate or none won't matter," I said with a smile. "You raised me all alone without regretting getting old by only having me." She smiled bitterly. "Your father is my mate, Solo." I went still, dumbfounded. My brows furrowed for the wonderment of what I heard from Mother. "But I thought-"

“He’s a great kid.” “He is, isn’t he?” she said, her voice filled with pride. “And you’re a great mom.” Theo was often in the shop with Josephine when I’d stopped by. I’d seen firsthand how Theo thrived because of her. He was a happy, loved kid. Her hand went to her heart, and her smile faltered. “It’s difficult being a single parent. There’s nobody to run things by or help make decisions. I didn’t even have my mom and dad to ask for advice. I’ve been flying blind. It’s nice to have somebody else notice how hard I’ve worked.”

Mara was postpartum. Grant: $15k for equipment. Kael’s mentorship: “How to not kill each other when you’re both exhausted.” 2. *Luis*: Single dad. Bike repair shop. Grant: $8k. Adia’s mentorship: “How to bring your kid to work and not feel guilty.” 3. *Priya and her mom*: Catering business. Grant: $20k. Both of them: “How to fight about money and still eat dinner together.”

All I can count on is what I know now. Being a single mother, even with the help of my mother, is hard. Especially when I realize all the things I've failed to give Leo. Attention, a father figure, the image of love between two people. I hear my mother's footsteps pad into the hallways. "Ay, mami," she coos. "Why are you on the floor?" I'm unable to respond through my quiet sobs. My mother, though her body is aged, brings herself down to the floor next to me and wraps her arms around me, just as I had my arms around Leo moments ago.

Astrid couldn't hold back her tears as she thought about everything. "What have I done to my life?" she thought. She likes the idea of being a mother, but the idea of being a single parent doesn't really work for her case. She has no one to lean on, no one to rely on. She's alone in this world, Mira and her father would laugh and mock her so she needs to be careful with her choices.

Kelsey requested. "I can handle it, honestly. Besides, please don’t mention anything to Digby just yet. He’s usually patient, but his temper can be surprisingly volatile. If he finds out too soon, he might pressure you to terminate. Don't take it personally—he just worries about you struggling as a single mom." Kelsey nodded. "Thanks, Lucas." Technically, she wasn't just an unwed mother but a single parent. The difference seemed minor. Kelsey yawned, feeling drowsy.

I murmured, feeling a little flustered under her kind gaze. “You know, I was so worried about you that day," she continued, leaning closer as though sharing a secret. "I thought you didn’t have a husband and would have to raise this baby on your own. It’s such a relief to see you have a partner by your side. Raising a child alone is... difficult. People can be so cruel, judging single mothers like they’re lesser." Her words stung, pulling me back to that day—the looks, the whispers, the judgment.