Dear Sayang

Hi Sayang ku,

It's been a while since our last inner talk.

My brother just got discharged from the hospital.

It’s been a journey—one I never imagined walking without you. Taking care of him has been overwhelming at times, but it’s also opened something in me. It made me realize how much I need to take care of myself, too. For him. For Mom. For the people still here... and for the part of me that still belongs to us.

Looking at my brother—seeing his fight, his recovery—it pulls something in me. I miss you in those moments more than I can say. But I know you’re smiling, somewhere close. I can feel it.

I want you to know: I’ll be happy. Not just for me, but for us. You always wanted that, didn’t you? For me to keep going. For me to live.

So I will. Step by step. One breath at a time. With your love stitched into everything I do.

With love, always.

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