Mom Pov Sandra Page

"No," she said. "You stopped. That's different. The world didn't end, Sandra. The kids are at school. Mark is at work. And you're still here. That's not failure. That's a boundary."

I didn't move.

The front door clicked shut.

Then, a small voice. Chloe had come back in. "Mom? Aren't you driving us to school?" mom pov sandra

Silence.

I scrolled my phone mindlessly. Instagram showed me a mom baking gluten-free unicorn cupcakes. Facebook reminded me of a memory from five years ago: "Sandra is feeling blessed!" with a photo of a perfect pumpkin patch outing. "No," she said

My morning started like a sprint. My husband, Mark, was already on a work call in the home office. My son, Liam (14), was in the "I’m too cool for breakfast" phase. My daughter, Chloe (11), had a science diorama due that morning that she had conveniently forgotten to mention until 10 PM the night before. The world didn't end, Sandra