Every time I put my son in front of a screen the guilt ties itself around my heart like a tourniquet
“Why are you crying mummy?”
“Oh baby, I’m not crying,” I sobbed.
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Every time I put my son in front of a screen the guilt ties itself around my heart like a tourniquet
“Why are you crying mummy?”
“Oh baby, I’m not crying,” I sobbed.
Continue reading...
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