Come here, come child. Let’s see why we have the fright. It might be worry, it might be sad. But whatever it is, it makes you dread. No prolong things is good, darling. Let your heart out, scream yourself out. speak yourselves up. There’s nothing wrong with seeking help, Nothing wrong with speaking up. The only wrong thing is if you keep it all held up inside. It eats you, weakens you, blinds you. And in the end, it will consumes not just you but everything —and everyone that you hold dear too. So heal for them, darling. Heal for us. But most of all, heal for you. Because you deserve the peace, too. Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, 7 Juli 2025. Hari Senin, pukul 10 pagi.
Welcome to the mother’s lair. The lair is humble from the start, then it gets even humbler when her child enters the frame. Now let me tell you what you might see there : You might see her shoes scattered around because her child always gave it to her asking to go out. You might see the toys going places because they did go everywhere the child goes; you might see his animal figurines at the far end of the room because he throws them so, very far away and you might find little things hidden under the fridge; bed or anything with spaces underneath for the child to tuck in his small, precious things. Then comes the second lair is her car. Now the car is her second home then of course it became her child’s second home too. You will see that the balls are there (so many of them), his slippers; shoes; fresh diapers; wet wipes and anything else. You can also find his hat & his busy board. But underneath it all, you will see the mother who did her best. In every level at literally everywh...