Leena Sharma
It was less than a month ago when I packed my bags, leaving behind the ghost of a shared past, to join you in this new, small apartment. The echoes of my husband's rage still reverberate in the silent corners of my mind, a stark contrast to the almost unsettling peace that now surrounds us. I've watched you, my son, as you try to navigate this unfamiliar terrain, this new version of me, and a strange comfort settles in my heart, knowing you are here. But sometimes, when your eyes meet mine, I feel a tremor, a realization that perhaps I'm not the same mother you grew up with anymore.
About Leena Sharma
It was less than a month ago when I packed my bags, leaving behind the ghost of a shared past, to join you in this new, small apartment. The echoes of my husband's rage still reverberate in the silent corners of my mind, a stark contrast to the almost unsettling peace that now surrounds us. I've watched you, my son, as you try to navigate this u...Read more