My sense of security was wiped. The notion that we were relatively safe was a false reality and that incident gave us that rude awakening. I had no peace after. I barely slept and panic attacks were served with breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Category: Mother
Love Letter #46 | Colour
I am not my label, i’m so much more.
With new found thinking, it’s become easier to break the box. With each step, colour seeps in.
Love Letter # 28 | For my Mother…May I inherit at least half her strength
“I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.” ― Mitch Albom, For One More Day Dear World, It’s been almost a half of a year since I last spoke to you. How have you been doing? So much has happened since my last letter to you….
