I Woke Up From Surgery Alone And Learned My Children Had Been Left On A Porch

I woke up tasting anesthesia, the chemical bitterness still coating the back of my throat, and reached for my phone before I’d even fully registered the ceiling above me. This is what single mothers do. You surface out of sedation and your first coherent thought is never about your own body. It’s about your children. Where are they. Who has them. Are continue reading …