Demon time, demon mind, in my demon prime. That’s what I always thought. Until I had my baby.
My baby is so pure, so innocent, so beautiful. She didn’t ask to be here, she didn’t ask me to be her mother, she didn’t ask for disfunction.
The thoughts I have in my head, and the pain in my heart is not my baby’s burden. Since an adolescent I have only had to worry about myself. As long as it was g...