Dragging Baggage

Prose and little bodies with big burdens.

Original photo by Jon Flobrant from Unsplash. Edited by Slaidey Valheim.

I observe silently in the wailing; your tight jaw, arm jerk, and little feet dragging.

It dawns, a recognition I could never have attained on my own— so apart from the other child before me. The concept of being unwanted.

My mother showered me with assurance, how fervently she wanted me in her life.