A Letter to My Baby

I want you to see, baby.

I want you to see that we’re

just a human as much as anybody.

That Mama sometimes cry and a little sappy, that she might even cry when she’s angry. Your Papa is generally funny but he might be quiet when he’s worry.

We love hard & play hard but of course we still fight, we talk good and do good but mistakes will still be made.

I want you to know that it is okay to be mad when you’re angry; to be sad when you’re lonely, to be jelly, to feel icky and to experience any emotions other than feeling happy.

Sometimes people still smile even when they do not feel so smiley. It’s the thing people do for many reasons, really. They are just complex with all of their story.

And we human often are difficult with feelings, but it is always good to let things out than to bottled it up. Because the explosion might not be pretty.

So please just be kind to everyone, baby.

Because we all deserve of being loved

just as much as everybody.

The messiness, the craze; the happy, worry and loneliness are just part of what being

a human is, and always will be.

Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 13 Maret 2025.

Hari Kamis, pukul 11 siang.

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