Watching the clouds fly by free and happy.
Looking at the skies, watching the clouds fly by, free from any troubles then, I wish I can be a cloud. Free to fly as it wished.
I asked myself where I came from? Did I have a family? Did I belong somewhere with people and a family?
I then wondered if I fell from the clouds as they flew by, a place somewhere I don’t know. Or was I made of magic?
But I know there’s nothing magical about my existence—nothing magical about a girl, from nowhere, belonging nowhere.
Maybe it’s what I need to accept, to take it all in. Perhaps I’m not like other girls; maybe I have an extraordinary purpose I’m yet to discover.
Once upon a time, I often cried, wondering if I was a mistake. What if I was born red? Red? Wouldn’t that make me irresistible to any mother? I would be as red as a fragrant rose from the valleys of no man’s land.
But God’s plans revealed itself like a dream, though, not the dreams I dreamed of.
Until it unraveled itself, I realized my purpose was to make the perfect family. To be a mother like the mother I didn’t have.
The clouds were smiling at me as I watched them fly by. A confirmation I made it. I found my purpose and found my family.
Oh my heart, cry no more, yearn no more for a family. You have a family like no other. Rest you in tranquility. Listen to the calm music of the streams as it flows calmly over and around beautiful, smooth rocks. Making the sound of heaven to calm your pain and cure your anxiety.
God created me to be a mother. The perfect mother. She is a sound mother. A mother that cries tears of sorrow as much as tears of love and joy.
I promise I will be a dedicated mother. A mother that’s not afraid to paddle through rough waves of the ocean to keep her family afloat and safe. A mother who thinks of her family, her children, and her husband selflessly.
My feet are finally home, and my head finally rested on the shoulders of my destiny. A purpose never expected completed. My search ended with joy and satisfaction.
After a long agonising journey, I found somewhere to call home. I’m finally home, with the clouds smiling down on me. A home where I can sow the seeds of love, peace, and tranquility. I promise to make a home where fear has no place.
As much as the clouds smile with proudness of me, I too will make my family smile instead of tears.
As a child, I have never had what I have today. To honor the family, I have. I will love the children I bore in this world, with difficulties and pain. I will give my children the family I didn’t have.
My existence is truly magical and blessed. My life together in one piece.
I could wave at the clouds as they flew by, with content and joy. I could say goodbye to the distant memories of a childhood filled with fear and lacking joy.
When the skies are blue and the clouds are fading away. As they held my hand, then let it go gently, letting me down softly. I hear her whisper softly, Today is a day; you must celebrate, under the clear blue skies.
Today is the day, the beginning, of a new journey. A journey of belonging, the journey of peace. A journey to mark the end of a bitter journey.
You’re home. You’re finally home.
And here I am. Safe and alive, in peace. I lay my head on my pillow at night, under the moonlight, with delight.
I’m home.!
