Being the youngest in the family has its perks. I’m my mother’s favourite, and I’m always the most cared for. But that love comes with a lot of responsibility. I have to do my best to keep the peace in the family, living in a way that meets their expectations so I don’t let anyone down. I often find myself cleaning up the mess my older siblings leave behind, stepping in to calm things when they get tense and making sure everything feels okay again. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone notices how much effort it takes to hold things together. The youngest carry more of the struggle than anyone realize.
Writing has always been my way of making sense of the world, especially the quiet parts that often go unspoken. This blog is a space where I share pieces of my heart—moments that moved me, memories I cherish, and emotions that linger in silence. Whether it’s the ache of missing someone, the joy of a favorite day, or a thought that simply won’t let go—if you’ve ever felt deeply, or needed a place to feel understood—you’re welcome here. Let’s navigate life one story at a time.