Its almost June

But its still early May.

I held back some tears from the shower. Which made my eyes and nose turn blush red.
Do you miss me too?
She sums up how my childhood was like. Warm, disciplined, happy.

At least that's what I thought she was. Happy.

Later on, I realised that she was one of the people who was mistreated. She reminded me of Ummi. She was a Mualaf. and wasn't being taught Islam well. But that doesn't stop her from being very gentle and nice to me and Along when we were still learning ABCs.

AlFatihah.