For a long time, I barely talked about my late mum. She passed away when I was 4 years old. Looking back, it was some sort of denial. An assumption that my life went on and I turned out okay despite her death. Not talking about her gave me the sense that I was a…
A letter to my late mum. Dated 30th June 2025. Dear Mum, I turned 30 today. I wonder what kind of a relationship you would have had with me as an adult. Would you have called to wish me happy birthday? Or bought me a gift? Or perhaps you would have baked me a cake.…
Grief, pain, sorrow…weigh us down sometimes in life. When it does, it feels like a heavy weight in the chest. Like a burden in the soul that we wish to pluck out. I was reflecting on the experience of someone close and I can relate with their struggle but also imagine how hard it must…