Beneath the Same Roof.
Your mother may be the best mother in the world. But have you seen the world of another child with your mother in it? That child is fed but not held. Housed but not heard. Cared for only as duty requires: Some wounds are not carved by hunger. Some homes are not emptied by poverty. Sometimes, what is missing is gentleness. May you never have to learn that love can be abundant for one child, and scarce for another, all beneath the same roof.
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