Mother Bear-ness

Mother Bear-ness

The sun was shining. Blue sky filled the kitchen window. My eight-year-old daughter played in front of our house with friends. I could hear voices, a mixture of laughter and children’s bossiness. Busy with laundry and cleanliness I scrubbed inside while outside wars were fought, princes and princesses declared, and games were invented. Peace reigned in the kingdom, or so I thought.

The front door banged open with such angry vengeance I dropped my sponge.

“MOOOOOOM!”...

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