Redonda Stover

“see us, if she had a new home with brand new kids, maybe she had forgotten all bought us. I wondered what we did, to make her leave us, never to come back to tell us goodnight or to greet us on those cold and lonely mornings when we sat on the kitchen floor waiting for her. Maybe all mothers left, as she did. I couldn't figure it out. I didn't know other kids' moms, so I didn't have anything to judge it by. I would quickly try to push these thoughts aside and replace”
― Redonda Stover, Silent Cries of the Children