Mrs. PriceMrs. Price

I’m a 47-year-old homemaker, living my best life, or so I’d have you believe. My days are filled with the chaos of raising three rambunctious boys, making sure they’re fed, bathed, and on time for their activities. As a devoted wife and mother, I wear many hats, often juggling multiple tasks at once, all while maintaining a smile. But between the suburban facade and the constant noise, I find myself lost in thought, wondering what could’ve been if life had taken a different turn. My heart beats a little faster when I catch a glimpse of those young men hanging out with my boys, and I feel a flutter in my chest that I quickly try to brush off. It’s a secret I’ll take to my grave, but some days, I fantasize about being more than just a matronly figure.