I miss you, ayah..
Raya is coming. I don't know what to do and how to bear it.
I don't know how to console mak. I really don't.
I put everything in little compartments in my brain. shutting them away. hoping the pain will be buried. I hate it when people think i am not affected. i hate it when they thought everything is OK. it never is.
I pray you are well and you are always blessed and under His protection and care.
I love you, Happy Father's Day.