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“Angela, why did you suddenly stop talking to me? I mean, I feel like I now know the reason, but I want to hear it from you.” I’m on a video call, and it is frankly an answered prayer. I can’t remember when I prayed, but I know that this is a dream come true. […]

My heart starts beating rapidly in my chest. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. I have a feeling that Joe wants to ask about Eliam. Maybe it’s the little time we had in the past, but I know him enough to know some things that he can do. He’s very

I can’t believe it, but Angela and me have been chatting nonstop for the past two days. Well, not nonstop literally, we have to sleep and work, but you get it. There’s been an extra spring in my step and a permanent smile on my face. I wish I could help it but I can’t.

I eventually find the courage to check my WhatsApp after two days of deliberately avoiding the App. Yes, on Valentine’s Day, I posted a picture of my son, Eliam, and me. Honestly, it felt good to be able to do that. We were twinning and he looked handsome and hopeful and enthusiastic, and I just…melted.

I can’t be mad at my parents because viewing them as normal humans, I’m able to see that they’re flawed, as most humans are. As parents, they were and have never been a burden. If communicating their love to me was through their support, especially financial support, then I know how much they love me.

I am better and lighter than I’ve ever been. You don’t know what you’re missing sometimes until you get it. After speaking to Constance and my parents, if you call that speaking, I’ve had better nights and more clarity. For the first time in a long time, I can say that I’m in a good

After the hangout with a few friends, I’m inspired to take more steps towards unearthing the buried parts of me. This is the part that scares me most: posting a picture of my son. More like, me not intentionally hiding that part of my life—it’s a huge part. Eliam is a very sweet boy and

It’s a new year, and I’m ready to become a new me. For over four years, I’ve punished myself for having a child and right before my eyes, my life seems to be wasting away. Now twenty-six and I’ve realised that time waits for no one; it seems as if I clocked twenty yesterday. This

At the beginning of a new year, I like to reflect on the previous year. I know that life is unpredictable but I also like to work with previous information to guide new decisions. It’s the first of January, yet another year, and this day is no exception. I stretch my arms and shake out

“Okay. Thanks, boss.” I sniffle as I drop my phone on the couch. I grab the box of tissues beside me and blow my nose again. What started as a migraine after the call with Constance, two days ago, has turned into a full-blown sickness. I woke up this morning feeling absolutely wrecked, barely able