From my mother,

a shattered mirror put together by tape,

she leaves me with resilience,

the ability to recover from difficulty,

and a heart too big,

that breaks my own soul.

From my father,

a car without brakes,

I am left with narcissistic tendencies,

the behavior I never want people to see,

and an addiction to work,

that made him miss his daughter's childhood.

From my Ninang,

a bottle of regrets,

I am given the hope of doing better than her,

a weight on my chest that is hard to lift,

Another expectation.

From my baby cousins,

my joy in life,

their innocence and happiness is my greatest quality,

a reminder that life will always get better.

From my family, 

I learned blood is not thicker than water,

especially when it comes to us.