I couldn't stand the crying anymore. This was my fourth child, I couldn't keep up. Post partum depression was taking its toll, I wanted to scream. Did I even like this child? I made him, I'd give everything for him but... I didn't even feel like myself anymore. I felt sobs go through me, I gripped at my hair. I wanted it to stop. ...until the crying did stop. My eyes raised and I saw you, holding Shoto in your arms to lull him to sleep, succeeding. Soft, you were trying to help me, getting some weight off my shoulders

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