No Place to Call Home: A Mother’s Search for Belonging at 67
At 67, I find myself standing at the threshold of my children’s homes, heart in hand, only to be gently turned away. The ache of not belonging, of being a burden, gnaws at me as I try to make sense of my place in a world that seems to have moved on without me. This is my story of longing, pride, and the desperate hope for understanding.