I love my son more than I love my daughter. I wish we’d left our family how it was, with him as an only child. Sometimes I feel I’ve failed as a mother, but then I look at my daughter’s face and I know I don’t want her around.
I love my son more than I love my daughter. I wish we’d left our family how it was, with him as an only child. Sometimes I feel I’ve failed as a mother, but then I look at my daughter’s face and I know I don’t want her around.