Being unwell a lot and being diagnosed with infection.
Waiting was hard.
I was being mocked a lot.
People rejected me.
The hospital was chaotic.
Mum scolded and worried but I left home on my own.
I waited for almost three hours at the hospital.
People felt frustrated to help me.
I went to see the doctor and wait for my blood test results.
I booked a taxi to go home.
I packed my bags.
Charge my phone.
I slept late.
Having to wake up early.
Eyes hurt.
I am alone as my mum went out to work.
...

A gentle reminder that growth often begins with small, quiet steps.
I hope this poem encourages anyone who reads it to keep believing in their own journey.

There is a garden deep inside,
Where gentle hopes and dreams abide.
Though storms may visit, winds may blow,
New flowers always find a way to grow.

Each sunrise brings a page to write,
A quiet spark, a little light.
Small steps may seem too soft to see,
Yet they become tomorrow's melody.

The stars remind the heart each night,
That even darkness...

Every photo holds a story, and every story holds a lesson.
I'm learning to celebrate each step of my journey—through blooming moments, new adventures, and quiet courage. I hope these words bring a little encouragement to your day.
"You don't have to be perfect to be proud of how far you've come."
— Celine Ong