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Baby Mom

  • Writer: Kiran
    Kiran
  • Jun 26, 2020
  • 1 min read

Artwork completed by a participant at our workshop. Feel free to interpret this painting based on your own individual perspective.

“When I was born, my mother was alone. No one was with her. She had a friend, but her friend was talking to me instead of talking to her. Now many years later, I am starting to remember all of the conversations one by one. I don't see her friend anymore, but I have a nice life here with my mother. Just be happy with your mom :)"

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