Instalment 0003: The Mother I Lost While She Was Still Alive
She used to be my safe space. There was a time I told her everything. Trusted her with every joy, every heartbreak, every embarrassing confession. I saw her as a kind of hero—not the flawless kind, but the fierce kind. The kind who made things happen. The kind I wanted to be like. And maybe that’s why it cut deeper when she became the one I had to protect myself from.