“Mom, you’re zoning out again,” Ava’s voice snapped Jessica back to the kitchen, a place where chaos reigned supreme. Noah was darting after Ethan, weaving around the table, while the twins were bickering over the final piece of toast.

“I’m okay, darling,” Jessica replied, managing a smile despite her feelings. In reality, she simply wasn’t. Raising five kids on my own since Johnathan passed away two years ago has felt like navigating a relentless storm without any refuge. Continue reading…