So yesterday I went to visit Nat.

I didn’t know how to feel, actually, seeing her smile so widely like as if she were receiving us on her birthday. “You came!” she gushed, with powder on her cheeks and her hair swept to the side, in a lovely simple green baju kurung.

I don’t know why but seeing her smile her big smile made me feel really sad inside. It was as if her face was bursting from the strain. So wide. Too wide. Maybe for the sake of her mother, who was frail looking and small, as if overnight she decided she had to put up this front, this happy façade -sudden change from her persistent serious face. Maybe she cries at night. Maybe I’m thinking too much.

I still really hope for the best for her. It’ll be okay, she’ll be okay.((btw her birthday is in 6 minutes))