

THE HEART THAT HOLDS ME
My mom is truly the heart of our family, the unwavering beacon of faith and love that guides me through the stormiest of days. She stands as the one person who never falters in her belief in me, her trust like a fortress that shields me from doubt. Whenever I stumble or find myself yearning, she’s always there, fulfilling my wishes with a devotion that knows no bounds. I remember the days when I sat alone at home, as my parents, avid travelers, journeyed the world while my siblings chased their own paths in work and studies. Sensing my solitude, she brought me a little bundle of joy in the form of a kitten named Garfield, a companion to fill my heart when it felt the emptiest. Not to forget, when my spirits crumbled after my SPM results, it was her gentle hand that lifted me, offering me the skies by surprising me with a ticket to Bali. It’s as if she holds a map to my soul, always knowing exactly what to do to spark a light in my darkness and lead me back to joy.
