Why you crying, Mumma?

Because I'm sad baby girl, I replied. But I birthday girl and I give you a hug, she said. And so she did. This was how the conversation with my three-year-old little birthday girl ended this morning as the tears streamed unbidden down my face.  Hot, silent tears over vegemite toast. Tears that I couldn't hide, even though I tried. …

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This morning I cried

Because I've never been one to apply a gloss to what I write or make my life appear like a well-styled, impeccably filtered Instagram feed, I'm gonna fess up to the fact that I may have shed a tear or two this morning.  Ok, there was no may about it, this morning whilst washing up …

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