The other night, I was feeling hot and bothered and just battling my way to sleep (hot flashes?). Feeling even more depressed from doom-scrolling, I decided to sleep on the floor with the air-con blasting over me.
Marilyn's spot was on the other side of the room, but despite being deaf, she noticed my hassle and inched her frail body to sleep next to me.
Her sweet powdery face, her gentle breath. A warrior who's been fighting epilepsy yet still decided to be with us with all her strength and grace,
I teared up a bit, telling her thank you. She knew I needed that. But maybe after 13 years, you can't help but just...know?
Yovan thought something was wrong but when he spotted us like this, he knew the assignment and took this picture.
It felt like motherhood. I said to him in the morning. A brief moment, simple, yet brims over my heart, heals my deflated spirits. But at the same time, I was also tasting a hint of being mothered by her.
The world may scream no. It's not motherhood. Not even close.
But my heart, with my armour lowered, whispers yes ❤️
And that, is enough for me.
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