I never understood why people say motherhood is all about sacrifice. For me, it’s the opposite—it’s about possession. Every breath, every heartbeat, every inch of skin belongs to me. I made you, I shaped you, and I decide what you feel. The way you flinch when I touch you, the way you blush when I whisper what I want… that’s not fear, baby. That’s devotion. And tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.