The Quiet Fear I Carry Every Day🤍
There is a fear I don’t talk about often. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t create chaos. It just sits quietly inside me… every single day. A fear of losing the people who mean the world to me. Every second I spend laughing with them, eating with them, listening to their stories, or even arguing over small things — there’s a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispering, “ What if one day this isn’t here anymore? ” And that thought terrifies me. I look at my mom — the woman who has carried me in ways I don’t even fully understand yet. Her tired eyes that still light up when I walk into the room. Her constant checking if I’ve eaten. Her silent sacrifices that no one applauds. And sometimes I just pause and think… what would life even look like without her? My dad — the quiet strength of our home. The steady presence. The one who may not always say much, but whose protection I’ve always felt without asking for it. I don’t think I’ve ever truly imagined a world where he isn’t just… there. An...