Part of The Lullaby

It’s all part of the lullaby, you know.

The fight, the worry, the make up & the story,

All embossed into your own unique book of spousal relationship.

Stories that will be passed down not in form of pages but in form of habits & inner voices, subconsciousness & second nature.

The love, laughs, jokes, lessons and interactions that you & your spouse have will be passed down from your child to their next of kin then to their next of kin.

It will be their lullabies. Your voice will be their voice & your behavior will be their behavior. You will determine your child’s character.

So help me, God. Please help me to be someone I want my children to be.

Please guide my thoughts so it will be my actions, watch my actions so it will be my habits & nurture my habits so it will become my character.

Help me grow so I can watch them grow, humble me so they can be humble & sow kindness in me so kindness is what they will reap.

May we all, oh may we all live a life well lived.

Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 5 September 2025.

Hari Jumat, pukul 5 sore.

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