15/04/2026
Today is hard.
It's my mum's birthday, the first since we lost her this summer. I didn't expect it to land as heavily as it has. But maybe that's just what love feels like when it has nowhere left to go.
She was an amazing cook, an obsessed gardener, and a kind mother who tried to do her best with what she had. Today just doesn't feel right without her.
There's other pain woven into today too, family imploding in on itself that would have broken her heart. But I'm not giving that the space here. This is for her. This post is to honour her.
Happy birthday, Sikandra Wajid. I love you. I miss you. I'd give anything to say it to your face one more time