This pandemic has amplified our fears but it also has redefined our strength and endurance. We are shields; fierce protectors and our body’s vessels of asylum. We are warriors fighting the good fight; we are Mothers.
“Come take a ride”; it says to me. “Come pass the time in the carousel of your memories”. And I don’t hesitate, I get on it, nostalgia possessing me
Manifest that glowing joy queen, it’s the most worthy crown you can carry.
In that moment I truly understood the meaning of sacrifice. Being a mother is selfless.
“A virus,” they said. “Voluntary quarantine,” they suggested. Ooze, I became. Daily functions relegated only to survival. Eat, feed children, do laundry, sleep, repeat. All under the same roof, all by the same ooze. “School is closed for the rest of the year,” they said. “Remote learning,” they suggested. Oozier, I became. Eat, feed children,Continue reading “Mudskipper by Odalys Quevedo”