She feels vulnerable


She dare not brush her hair
Or touches her head
Every stroke cause her hairs to fall
Not little but lots of them
What used to be black
Now reveals her scalp
She feels vulnerable
What is wrong with her?
She would ask herself everytime
And she would never leave her room without a scarf on her head


Photo : we don’t have to be on top to be recognised (the green and the pink at home)

When the pain comes


I could hardly see anything
Vision was blurry
Images were overlapping
My hands were trembling
And my body was shaking
I was in great pain
I felt weak… and I broke down
I cried for a while
Then I gathered myself again
Stood tall with a smile on my face
And walked away like nothing happened


Fat free vs Free fat


We were having breakfast

Me : Do you want yoghurt?
Son : No, I don’t want

Me : You like yoghurt
Son : Not the ‘fat free’

Me : Why?
Son : I want to stay healthy… that yoghurt, it comes with free fat. You pay for the yoghurt and get ‘fat free’

Oh! my boy…


Photo : our recent weekend retreat after one stressful week

The unforgettable night


That night
Brought fears to their hearts
And tears to their eyes
Our hearts cried and hurt
To see how vulnerable they were
Crying and begging things would change
Was it our fault?
That they don’t feel safe anymore…
What happened that night
We could not escape
It was unpredictable, unexpected
Like the haze which came without invitation
That night had caused an unbearable pain
May they be forgiven
For bringing fears to the children
They forgot the children were listening
And we were watching
That night our hearts were broken
To see fears and pain in our children


Photo : bad haze…i could only see grey no matter how much i cried that day

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