09.15.2021

Signs of Mila fill my home. Her stroller. Her walker. Her bean bag chair. I open a kitchen drawer to find feeding tubes or one of her hair ties. I come across a pair of her socks hiding in a bin of Azlan's toys. Part of me wants to leave everything just as it is. But another part wants to move on. The other day, I walked by Mila's stander and I felt the sudden urge to move it, so I did. I wonder, can I find a delicate balance between holding on and letting go?