13 March had passed.
The day she left us.
Although the memory still linger and at times I miss her a lot,
I can feel that I started to feel less hurt.
I even FORGOT what 13 March is all about.
I started to ponder whether I am forgetting her bit by bit,
shunning away the memories I had with her.
Is she becoming less significant to me now?
Have I ceased to become a filial daughter by reminiscing less?
Some might judge me so,
but I guess forgetting means I am almost 'healed' right?
It means I am letting her go.
It means I can fully accept the fact.
It means I am stronger.
Only after 3 years, I felt my heart is at peace.
Grief ambush does sometimes come by.
But that's all normal to me :)
Now I know,
time really does heal.
My mom never taught me to be 'congek'.
So I bet she'll be happy if she could see me in this state.
May Allah bless her.
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