Every day I walk back from daycare with an empty stroller, its toddler cocoon open like a burst egg sac, and everyone looks at me like I’m either processing some intense grief or I’ve let something terrible out into the world.
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Every day I walk back from daycare with an empty stroller, its toddler cocoon open like a burst egg sac, and everyone looks at me like I’m either processing some intense grief or I’ve let something terrible out into the world.