"Little Independent Woman"
Some time ago, I moved from my old workplace to a new area, about two hours away. Those days were crazy busy — packing, moving, figuring out how to transport everything without spending a fortune.
Hiring a lorry with workers? That was out of the question — money would have just flown away. So I brought along my small family to help: my mum, dad, brother, sister-in-law, and my two little cutie nephews. The rest, we did ourselves.
For nearly two weeks, I made two trips a day in my little sedan, with my dad as my co-pilot. With such a small car, how much could we even fit in one trip? My back ached, my legs ached — don’t even get me started.
And I’m the only one in my family who can drive, so everything depended on me.
On the last day of moving, I got a call from my cousin asking me to drop by his house — about fifteen minutes from my old office. We chatted, laughed, shared updates… and then his wife, my sister-in-law, said something that made me pause:
"Why didn’t you ask us to help? There are two more 4WDs. You wouldn’t have been so exhausted doing two trips every day, then driving yourself again."
I froze. Honestly… I never thought to ask for help.
I had even rented a 4WD just to move the fridge and washing machine. It never crossed my mind to call for assistance.
Then my cousin said softly,
"You see… you’re way too independent. As long as you can do it yourself, you just don’t know how to ask for help."
And suddenly, I felt a twinge of guilt. It’s funny how not knowing how to ask for help can make you feel… awkward.
But what can you do? I’ve been used to it.
The truth is, the feelings of asking for help and receiving help are things I’ve always tried to avoid. Like my cousin said, as long as I can do it myself, I’ll do it myself.
Being independent like this… it’s not because I wanted to, and it’s not something I chose. Life shaped me this way.
When you’re constantly turned down or left to do things alone, you learn not to ask, not to expect.
And being the eldest daughter in my family, I’ve always been the one everyone leans on — the first to open the way, the pioneer for many things.
The one who goes first.
But through all of that, I’ve become this little independent woman — someone who can stand on her own two feet, with or without someone helping me.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not extremely independent to the point of refusing all help.
If someone genuinely extends a hand, I will take it. But that rarely happens.
And so, without even realizing it, I’ve grown accustomed to being this little independent woman — resilient, self-reliant, and quietly strong.


















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