When my son sleeps in his bed, his little feet dangle off the end.
When I sleep in my son's bed I curl up like a foetus.
I am my child, I am my mother.
My boy is coming back next week.
I can't wait.
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A single mother on benefits. Society's bacteria. The parasite bleeding society dry. Need I say more?
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