Witnessing the early departure of my family members instills a profound fear within me. Despite leaving home at 14 to pursue what I thought was a “better life,” I now realize the cost of that decision. I’ve forfeited countless opportunities to create cherished memories with my loved ones. I prayed a lot based on this fear that God keeps my loved ones for me, so I get to see them. Instead, I fixate on faded photographs that serve as relics of a distant past. As I gaze upon these images, I am aware of the passage of time and the person they have become, one I never had the chance to know honestly. Regrettably, I often neglected your messages and calls as I focused on establishing myself in various countries, prioritizing cultivating new experiences over nurturing existing relationships, believing you are family and will always be there. Though it was fun, the realization that I can never again engage in playful banter, annoy you, or share inside jokes with you brings tears to my eyes. The knowledge that I missed out on forging enduring memories with you and my other siblings weighs heavily on my heart. Now I have to listen to the inside jokes from 5000 miles away while on WhatsApp. Every year since 2018, you’ve eagerly inquired about my return home, and each time, I’ve failed to fulfill that promise. Please know that despite my physical absence, my love for you remains unwavering. TO MORE OF ME THRASHING YOU IN MORTAL KOMBAT AND YOU LETTING ME THROW TANTRUMS THAT MAKE YOU CRY ❤️