Dear Parent with a chronic illness,
You don’t have to say it aloud. I’ve read it in your sighs, your looks, your actions.
The confession.
The apology.
My sickness has damaged the happiness of my child.
I, who brought them into the world, who had all these plans, these hopes – have been able to do one percent of all I dreamed.
I wasn’t the one to bake with them, to take them to the beach, to bushwalk, to laugh – someone else did these things, and sometimes, no one did them.
A
m I a failure?
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