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The Odd Hours

In the odd hours where we have the time of the day; where we watch our child sleeping safely, breathing peacefully on his bed.


A million, gazillion thoughts going on our mind

at the same time. Train of thoughts that

never seem to slow down.


They never seem to slow down.


The worry about the family, the worry about me, the worry about them, their future & their story.


“What a worrywart mother.” You might say.


Well that’s the problem about a mother; and a writer. We worry, then we write them down. We tell you a story, then we write them down.

All in the odd hours of the day.


These hours become my hours now, and I’m loving them now as ever. I’m loving my life to a tee, for the blissful days that I got to be!


And thank you, a million thank you

for always listening to my story!


Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 9 Desember 2023.

Hari Sabtu, pukul 4 pagi.



 

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