Introduction to the toughest words I have ever written: There are some stories a heart never plans to tell — because speaking to them feels like reopening a wound that never really healed. Yet, within that ache lives love so pure, it deserves to be remembered. This poem is for my little one, whose heartbeat…

When I looked into a mirror one morning, a refection looked back at me. Yes, it was mine, and yet unkown to me. Why? Read this to know more.