To the Mum Crying Outside the Cafe – Wry Mummy
It’s not you, it’s her. The one sitting over the dregs of her tea, still glaring through the window. The one that said, “You should be a better mother”. Your children weren’t being naughty. They were being children, children waiting as patiently as children can. Jostling each other, yes, but no voices raised, nowhere near […]