

The uncleaned mirror,
the crumpled bedsheet,
a fleeting moment of tenderness
between chaos and calmness.
Motherhood is raw and real—
messy yet magical,
imperfectly perfect.
Here, in the ordinary,
lives the extraordinary,
the quiet beauty of the mundane—
where life feels most alive.

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