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Tondi’s POV

I can always feel my mom whenever she’s near (or not), even when I was asleep.


She wore her engagement ring on her left hand - index finger and her wedding ring on the right hand - ring finger.


She always try to be calm to calms me even when she’s real panic inside. She slow her breathing down to slowed mine while holding me tight, stroking my back gently.


She put her chin on top of my head - for whatever reason so I did the same thing; she clasps my cheek, lean me towards her then kiss me on the forehead. She will stretch her arms so wide to invite me to come to her embrace.


She loves to cuddle; very, very excited to do playtime and loves storytelling in particular because it enables her to make funny gestures & weird sounds and all


(she’s also very proud of the orange room)


I’m also very, very grateful that my mom is always here and always near.


Love you mom.

Xoxo, Tondi.


Ananda Khaira Azizah, 

Pekanbaru, 13 Juni 2025.

Hari Jumat, pukul 6 pagi.

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