Bittersweet
By: Daniellia Fariesya
Right after burying our nenek, we sat down and shared a bowl of ABC. Not because we were hungry but maybe because we didn’t know what else to do. We were tired, quiet, and a little broken. But in that one moment, the cold sweetness gave us something to hold on to... even if it was just a pause from the pain.
It wasn’t joy, not really. But it was comfort the kind that comes from being together, sharing something simple, and trying to smile through the sadness. Maybe that’s what healing looks like sometimes.
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