Ibu👵🏻

 By Nor Shahereen Sofea

When my mother passed away, my world changed forever. I was lost in grief; my grandmother, whom I call 'ibu', stepped in with quiet strength. Though she was mourning her own son, she never showed weakness. Instead, she became my shelter.

Ibu didn't just take care of me, but she raised me. She filled my days with love, comfort, and lessons that helped me grow. Her hands held mine through sadness, her words gave me hope, and her presence made me feel safe. And now I see the sacrifices she made, the strength she carried, and the heart she poured into raising me.

I still miss my mother every day, but I'm endlessly thankful for Ibu, who became my second mother when I needed her most.