"He may not be back yet... but he is still."
There was no outcry today.
No broken emotions.
There are no words that make the mother's heart tremble.
There's just loud music in the room.
There is one person sitting with his own world.
And I turned to answer when I called my name.
He also eats
Still taking medicine
Still know that mother is mother
Still know what you want at some point in time.
Even the conversation was short.
Even the eye contact is not long.
But it's still "there."
And it's worth it enough.
Some days, I miss the same version of him.
A child who used to talk well.
Used to laugh at small things.
Used to be in the same world as us
But today, I chose not to pull, not to rush.
Not calling him back the way he still can't.
Mom chose to sit nearby.
At a distance where he's not uncomfortable yet.
In no-pressure silence.
In love that doesn't have to prove
Recovery... not a straight line.
Some people have to rest in their own world.
Before the force comes back to face the same world again
And as long as he eats,
Still taking medicine
Still answered when asked
Still "normal" at some stage.
He's not gone yet.
He's just resting in the middle of the way.
Mom doesn't have to be strong all the time.
Just don't leave him.
And don't leave yourself.
That's enough.
Someone who hasn't disappeared yet.
May not be back as before
But he's still...
And my love.
It's always a safe place to stay. 🤍










































































