After working through the night at the pharmacy, I could barely keep my eyes open. My body felt heavy, my thoughts foggy, and all I wanted was a few hours of sleep. But real life doesn’t pause for exhaustion, especially when you’re caring for a baby on your own. So instead of crawling into bed, I bundled up my seven-month-old daughter, Willow, gathered an overflowing bag of laundry, and walked to the laundromat down the street.
I had no idea that an ordinary morning would turn into something I would remember for the rest of my life.
