It still feels heavy to even write those words. Losing her means facing life knowing that we no longer have parents beside us. As her children, we now have to continue on our own. And while that thought hurts deeply, I also know that she did everything she could for us while she was here. She fulfilled her responsibility as a mother in the best way she knew how.

She wasn’t perfect, but she gave us enough to become who we are today. She never treated us as a backup plan for her future. She worked hard for her own money, carried her own responsibilities, and even made sure our house was settled before she left. Everything was already prepared, almost like she knew what was coming and wanted to leave things peacefully for us.

We may not have inheritances or riches, but she also didn’t leave us with debts. She even left enough money for her own funeral. That alone says so much about the kind of person she was—practical, responsible, and thoughtful even until the end. Part of me wishes we, as her children, were the ones who could have handled all those expenses for her. But maybe this was her last way of protecting us from worrying about the burdens and bills that come after loss.

It hurts that she’s gone. But I think it would hurt even more to watch sickness continue hurting her physically. I know she fought for a long time. I know she was tired. And deep inside, I believe she only wanted peace and relief from all the pain.

What makes everything even harder is how unexpected it feels. We were supposed to celebrate her birthday soon, but instead, she left us just days before it came.

In a strange way, we still celebrated her birthday surrounded by people who loved her—except it happened during her burial. It feels so surreal and heartbreaking to think about. Still, I hope the people she wanted to see were able to visit her one last time during her funeral.

I believe she’s in a better and more peaceful place now, reunited with our father. Even then, I will continue praying for her soul and for her peace wherever she is.

I love my mother so much. And if I were given the chance to choose another mother in another life, I still would choose her.

Yes, we had gaps and misunderstandings, but never once did I think she was not a good mother. This was her first time living life too. She was learning, struggling, surviving, and trying her best just like everyone else. Raising five children is not an easy thing. It is one of the hardest responsibilities a person could ever carry.

And now that I’m older, I understand her more. I still don’t even have my own child yet, and there are already so many things in life I struggle with. Even being a furmom sometimes feels overwhelming and difficult. That’s why I admire her even more—for raising all of us, for making sure we were never left behind, and for giving everything she had despite how hard life must have been for her.

I’ve seen everything my partner has done for his family, and honestly, I don’t think people truly understand how much he sacrificed just to keep everyone together.

I remember there was a time when he had a serious conversation with his father. His father told him that if he could buy him a piece of land, then that would finally be the end of his responsibility as the firstborn. That alone stayed in my mind because it sounded like a promise — a clear agreement that once it was fulfilled, he could finally breathe and live for himself too.

And he did fulfill it.

The land was bought through hard work and monthly payments until it was finally completed and fully paid. He carried that responsibility until the very end because he genuinely believed in his father’s words.

But even after that, the asking never really stopped.

There were still moments when they would ask for money, and deep inside, we slowly started feeling like they were quietly pushing us to begin building the house too — even though the agreement was already fulfilled. The land had already been given. The responsibility that was promised to be “the end” should have already ended there.

But somehow, it never did.

There was also a painful time when his parents were constantly fighting, mostly because of money. During that period, my partner gave up the apartment where we were living just so his family could have stability. Their father chose to live separately, and from there, we carried the burden of supporting the family financially.

We lived with them. We adjusted our own lives for them. We carried responsibilities that were never really ours to begin with, but he still did it because he loved his family.

And even during his sister’s wedding, he poured out so much effort, time, money, and understanding. He even defended them when issues started happening with the other side of the family. He chose to stand beside them and support their reasons, especially when there were already rumors that they were being disrespected by the brother-in-law’s family. He stayed loyal to them through everything.

That’s why it hurts me so much now.

Because after everything he has done — after all the sacrifices, the financial support, the understanding, and the love — it feels like he is now being treated like he means nothing simply because there is nothing left they can gain from him.

What hurts even more is that my partner has been sincerely asking for forgiveness for what happened. He reached out with humility and sincerity, hoping they would understand him. But this time, they refuse to accept him.

And honestly, I cannot help but notice the painful difference.

Before, whenever conflicts happened, forgiveness came easier because he still had something to give — money, help, support, or anything they could benefit from. But now that there is nothing left to offer, suddenly the love, understanding, and acceptance are gone too.

That realization breaks my heart more than anything.

“Oh, I wanna record it to see”

I haven’t actually watched the video, but I saw a few screenshots that were uploaded online. I still can’t believe something like that could happen in real life. It’s horrifying.

If it turns out to be AI-generated, that raises another disturbing question—who would even prompt something like that?