What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite? My favorite holidays aren’t defined by one place or one trip. When I think about them, I think about my father, my Aba, and the way he made travel feel like so much more than just going somewhere new. He didn’t just take us on …
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Aba ❤️
Aba, you loved me deeply. So deeply that my expectations of life grew—not out of entitlement, but belief. Belief that I mattered. That I could take up space. That love could be steady. Your love was never indulgent. Alongside warmth, there was guidance. You corrected me when I needed humility, grounded me when pride crept …
Learning to Live with the Part That Never Heals
A part of me still wakes in the first days after, reaching for a voice the world can’t return. A part of me still holds the phone, forgetting and remembering in the same breath. And though that ache never fully heals, it is the proof that love outlives loss— the part of me that keeps …
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The Shade That’s Gone
What's the hardest decision you've ever had to make? Why? I wasn’t in my village when my father left this world. I wasn’t there to hold his hand, see his last smile, or say the words I had saved for someday. Seven months and five days later, the absence still lives inside me—sharp, raw, and …
Resilience Isn’t Born – It’s Built.
I used to feel everything. Too much. A shift in someone’s tone could ruin my whole day. One careless word, and I’d spiral into overthinking — questioning myself, replaying conversations, holding on too tightly to things that shouldn’t have held that much weight. I let the world get under my skin — way too easily. …
Carrying You With Me, Always
It feels almost cruel to write this. Cruel that life moves forward when someone so deeply loved is no longer here. On 23rd April 2025, I lost the most incredible man I’ve ever known—my father. My Aba. The kind of parent who wasn’t just a father, but a protector, a guide, and the safest place …
Grief & Love
And just like that, a whole person disappears... No warnings. No goodbyes that ever feel enough. It hits you-how someone who was once your everything becomes a memory you're now left to protect. Their voice becomes a faint echo in your mind. Their presence turns into silence that screams louder than anything else. And in …
My Aba — A Lion with a Gentle Heart
April 23rd, 2025. The day my world shifted. The day I lost not only my father—but my anchor, my teacher, my best friend. My Aba. Even now, it feels unreal to speak of him in the past tense. My heart resists it. How can someone so full of life, love, and kindness simply be gone? …
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