13/11/2025
Sometimes, I wonder how people will remember me.
Maybe as a daughter who once caused her mother endless worry and sleepless nights.
A sister with a good job, yet never the one you could count on when money ran short.
A friend who only shows up in chats when there’s a favor to ask.
It hurts to think of it that way —
but maybe that’s the truth I have to face.
Because love isn’t always loud,
and effort isn’t always seen.
If only they knew —
I’m still learning how to love better,
to give more,
to be someone worth remembering. 🌙
