I never realize it until a close friend of mine told me that I've always wanted to make people happy. It's like their happinesses are above mine. That I wanna be looking fine in front of everyone, looking strong that I have no problems on my shoulders, even when I am struggling to something. I wanna show if I am capable at handling it by myself and rarely ask for help, said I want people to see if I have a perfect life (in term of being happy), and I am not broken, so they don't need to worry.
It's true somehow. But to her, my mother, I can't hide the "weak" side of me which I hide from people. And I know no matter what happens, she will be supportive and won't look at me different way. She knows if this body of mine cannot carry those loads up, alone. When everyone thinks that I am just tired, she knows if it's always more than that. If I got so many things running in my mind, if I am messed up, she knows it, mostly just by reading my face. Isn't it magical?
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