No one tells you
how loud a house can feel
when the voices that shaped your days
are no longer there.
It’s not just grief
it’s the loss of daily rituals,
of unspoken comfort,
of the steady rhythm of love
I never had to earn.
Dadda, Mama,
you were my home.
And for Aina,
you were his world.
Dada Seeya, the hero.
Mamaachi, the heart.
He carries you still,
we both do.
Now,
I live with a different kind of strength
quiet, persistent,
built from everything you poured into us.
Some days I ache.
Some days I stand taller.
But every day,
I carry you.
In how I love,
how I live,
how I remember.
For Mum & Dad ~ forever in our hearts, forever remembered.
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