I chose your name after the meaning of advice. And I once had a student named Irsyad Naufal whom always make my heart felt at ease.
Dear Irsyad,
9 years of raising you my little boy, my pride and my joy. Always mama favourite. Something knocked into my head today. Am i doing the right thing? thinking the right thing?
Being a normal mom, a mom expectations to their eldest son are rocketing each and every day. Allah made you different, sending you to teach me something beyond i could interpret as a normal human.
Im fighting with my own feelings each and every day. Telling myself that you are not a burden to me, you’re made special, at the same time, still holding a very high hopes that you could be normal one day. Just like other kids at your age.
And the next thing is feeling so restless, hopeless, sad and scared.
Mama sorry.
