“(D)on’t (B)reak, (K)id”

To my sweet, rosy-cheeked, little mischief-maker, I am writing this as your mother, although, you refer to me as Wonder Woman, I am human. It will be years before you read this and I may change it a million times, but there are a few things in this world I can protect you from. If

-Momma Lost her Mask-

She tip toed to the bathroom to quietly, shut the door in hopes of the toddler not being disturbed; just long enough to ball her eyes out over the loss the family they had come to know. She had convinced herself she was a failure. She looped the same thoughts again and again in her