She was an isolated person. If she was known for anything, she was known for her lifestyle and the way she brought up her children.
No one really knows her family. Over the years it forced its way through her heart until her roots permanently silenced, even her mother character. To the local residents, her form of motherhood became familiar as she walked up and down. Sometimes, she mentioned marriage, but always told herself she wouldn't agree to get married. Not after what Walter did to her. As a single abandoned mother, I guess the woman who had been there before her must have taken it off to wash their hands and forgotten it. Though she was hardworking and confident, she felt omitted, unloved, frightened, abandoned, cast out, and unimportant. She was in her early twenty's. Like many women before her. She thought she was the change. Besides, she did't know much and still less about motherhood as a single woman. And, of course, having to raise her children to become man.
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Nurturing Beyond
Non-FictionShe stood there and watched her children go to sleep without knowing how to take good care of them the next morning.
