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The Shoulders

She carry us all so strong on both of her shoulders. Those broad and steady ones are very distinct from her other small stature but she carry them with such grace & gratefulness. 


She carries all the loads, the should’ve and must haves; everything and everyone that crosses her paths. All will be taken a very good care of & by the end of the day, she’s just grateful that she manages to be a good listener, a wonderful spouse & one loving mother.


“But then who carries her when time gets tough?” you asked.


Well, that’s the amazing thing about her family. They carry her back. Gestures that is albeit small, but very meaningful.


The instantly answered call whenever she needed (whenever he can), a come-back home even for 1 to 2 hours only, a hug that lingers a little longer & the reassuring smiles with those hearty and teasy laughs.


And one little hand who reaches out to her over and over again with endless hugs & kisses, often times accompanied by a gentle stroke on her back.


So the shoulders might slumped from time to time but there will be moments for them to straightened up again, right?


Please look forward to those slumped & upright times because c’est la vie. We should enjoy it while we can 😉


Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 25 Agustus 2025.

Hari Senin, pukul 7 pagi.

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