This morning began with sweetness —
three small cakes, soft and quiet,
the kind that melt without needing to explain.
I ate until half past nine,
while the world outside hurried somewhere else.
Mum bought lunch and dinner,
her footsteps heavy with errands and unspoken thoughts.
Later, her voice rose —
about rubbish, water, daydreams,
and how I should know what I’m doing.
She said she would ignore me.
I said nothing.
Dad sent a message —
gentle words from somewhere tired:
“Try to understand your mother… love your family.”
And I did.
I tried.
Even when love feels sharp around the edges.
Someone told me, just ignore it.
But hearts don’t switch off like that.
They ache, they listen, they keep going.
So I turned back to what I can hold —
my art, my shop, my small creations.
A new space,
a fresh beginning,
filled with colors that ask for no permission.
I lost a few followers today,
but I kept something better —
my quiet courage.
Tonight, I’ll rest knowing this:
I am okay, despite challenges.
I am still here,
still building soft things
in a hard world. 🌸
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