i love when people do photo dumps. like yes, please show me the mundane, like light passing through your window, a sign on the road you liked, a crying selfie, a bowl of what you cooked.
This is the first Eid without my father, the one where he doesn't come back from Eid salah, the one with hugs from everyone else besides him, the one that feels so heavy and the morning doesn't seem to end
@TraceyManus I'm so sorry, I had a meltdown because I keep forgetting to switch the geyser on and my dad used to make sure that he does that before I wake up