I wish

Somehow there's an ache in Me that still linger like winter clinging to bare branches long after the season should end. Maybe some bonds exist only in name, close enough to be seen. but never close enough to feel like home. And maybe that's why a part of still wonders how it must feel to truly be the little sister– to run toward comfort without hesitation, to stop carrying everything by myself. sometimes when I see others laughing with their brothers, being protected so naturally, sharing moments that looks so effortless a quiet kind of envy blooms inside me, and I catch myself thinking. "I wish I were there in that moment too." somedays, exhaustion curls around me like heavy rainclouds that refuse to break, and all I want hug that says I don’t have to survive everything alone anymore. To be held close enough for the cracks inside me to soften. To feel cared for in the gentle, natural way I've secretly longed for. Because deep down, my heart still waits at the doorway of that feeling, like a child holding flower that never got handed over