A bond forged in blood,
one death cannot conquer.
Love and blood gush out
in equal measure.
A woman becomes
a mother.
Backstory: The Making of a Mother
Motherhood isn’t just birth—it’s becoming.
A woman does not simply wake up as a mother. She is forged. In pain, in sacrifice, in moments of quiet strength no one sees. Blood and love spill in equal measure—one giving life, the other binding it forever.
And when death comes, it does not sever. A mother’s love isn’t bound by breath—it lingers, it remains, it pulls at the fabric of existence itself.
Because to be a mother is not just to give life. It is to be life.