This morning began with sweetness 
three small cakes, soft and quiet,
the kind that melt without needing to explain.
I ate until half past nine,
while the world outside hurried somewhere else.

Mum bought lunch and dinner,
her footsteps heavy with errands and unspoken thoughts.
Later, her voice rose 
about rubbish, water, daydreams,
and how I should know what I’m doing.
She said she would ignore me.
I said nothing.

Dad sent a message 
gentle words from somewhere tired:
“Try to understand your mother… love your family.”
And I did.
I tried.
Even when love feels sharp around the edges.

Someone told me, just ignore it.
But hearts don’t switch off like that.
They ache, they listen, they keep going.

So I turned back to what I can hold 
my art, my shop, my small creations.
A new space,
a fresh beginning,
filled with colors that ask for no permission.

I lost a few followers today,
but I kept something better 
my quiet courage.

Tonight, I’ll rest knowing this:
I am okay, despite challenges.
I am still here,
still building soft things
in a hard world. 🌸