I was walking out of Oliver’s nursery when I ran into Kan just outside our bedroom door.
He nodded, his eyes quickly scanning my face as he pushed open the bedroom door for me.
I mirrored his gesture, and walked past him into the bedroom.
I continued on, till I was before the vanity in our closet, ready to take my makeup off.
Our room suddenly felt small, reminding me of how it felt when I was pregnant with Oliver.
Minutes later, I stood up and trashed all the cotton pads, then turned back to stare in the mirror after applying a serum and moisturizer on my face and neck.
I loved the causal, at-home, feeling.
I did not have to act like a grown woman who had her shii together, so I didn’t. Especially as it was actually all a facade.
My whole fierceness came from being a mother, a
