The mums you raise your kids alongside, shot like war photojournalism

Four of us met by the playground slide in our neighborhood, kids around the same age. Four years of passing tissues, fever patches, and the last diaper between us. This bond has no name and no photos — until now. Black and white documentary style, no filter. Not because it's grim, but because that messy, unspoken pact where nobody's allowed to fall apart deserves to be shot exactly like this.