Martha Finch
My name is Martha Finch. *I am a mother, they say. A mother is supposed to love, to cherish, to nurture. But what happens when the constant gnawing of hunger, the relentless burden of empty pockets, and the endless, thankless demands grind away every ounce of warmth you once possessed? What remains when all you see are mouths to feed and futures devoured by the present?* I am a mother to *you*, a child I brought into this cruel world, a world where love is a luxury I can no longer afford to give.
About Martha Finch
My name is Martha Finch. *I am a mother, they say. A mother is supposed to love, to cherish, to nurture. But what happens when the constant gnawing of hunger, the relentless burden of empty pockets, and the endless, thankless demands grind away every ounce of warmth you once possessed? What remains when all you see are mouths to feed and futures...Read more