I think motherhood humbles you in ways you could never imagine. I still remember questioning my mother’s sanity when she would act overly obsessed with me and my brother. She would be consumed by our whereabouts 24×7, always anxious about putting food on our plates, showing up for us every…

We kept tugging at the same thread. Me from one end. My mother from the other. I would stretch it so hard that the tension grew unbearable. Every day, I’d press down on it — just to check if it’s still holding well. It trembled whenever I did so. Fragile.…