SUDOR GIRL

The name that once made her feel special, in charge, above everything and anything. The name he placed on my head like a quiet crown. When he said it, I was more than a child. I was chosen. I was seen. His voice wrapped around the syllables like protection. Like home. Now the house is quieter. The stars feel farther. But the name remains, resting softly in my chest. It no longer scares me. It aches. Because it carries him. And maybe that is the miracle, that even in his absence, he still calls me something beautiful, "Sudor Girl". And I am still her.