The Figure Without a Name

As a working mother, December often felt less like a season and more like a schedule.

There were events to attend, gifts to organize, deadlines to meet, meals to prepare, and countless details demanding attention.

Like many parents, I believed I was doing what needed to be done.

And in many ways, I was.

The children were cared for.

The household functioned.

The responsibilities were handled.

Then a simple drawing made me pause.

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