Note to Self

Note to Self

Note to Self

5 months ago

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In just eight days, things done changed.
Drastically.
It’s easy to succumb to the overwhelming feeling of despair that threatens to keep us in our bed, with the covers thrown over our heads.
We can’t do that.
There are a million reasons why we must get up each day.
Mine is my baby boy, my son. No matter how horrible of a day I am having or had at work; when I see his adorable little face, nothing else matters.
He squeals at peek-a-boo every single time.
He finds comfort in his newly found little toes.
When he is asleep, he reaches out for me and I am there.
That’s it. That’s my reason for everything.

Brenda Fadeyibi
Brenda Fadeyibi
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