CAMILLA POV
The weeks leading up to my finals were a whirlwind of late-night study sessions and juggling motherly duties. I found myself immersed in textbooks, notes scattered across the kitchen table amidst breakfast preparations and school drop-offs. The weight of my responsibilities pressed down as I crammed for exams, my mind constantly racing between mathematical formulas and checking if Aria had her lunch packed.
Each morning started with a rush- a flurry of getting Aria ready for school, packing her bag, ensuring breakfast was nutritious yet quick. My own breakfast often consisted of coffee gulped down between flipping through pages of my notes. The demands of motherhood intertwined seamlessly with my academic pursuits, both competing for my time and attention.
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