A two part letter to my teenage son who lives several countries away from me. A meaningful look into a grieving mother’s heart for her child that’s growing up and away from her.
A two part letter to my teenage son who lives several countries away from me. A meaningful look into a grieving mother’s heart for her child that’s growing up and away from her.
Identity is thick with social contructs. What does it mean for someone whose struggle with identity was defined even before birth? Is there a resolution?