Friday 20 April 2018

#191 Independent

In the name of Allah.
. . .

Living alone makes me an independent woman.

I sleep and wake up, I take my breakfast, lunch and dinner, I wander around pasar malam, I buy groceries, I visit Mr DIY, I cook my meal, I do the chores, I watch movies, I sing my favourite songs, I laugh over crazy  jokes (from soc med), I treat my period pain, I feed myself medicine when I'm sick, I laugh, I smile, I cry,

alone.

I am and independent woman.

And it is not always a happy day.