This ache you call feeling.

I woke up around midday from a horrible slumber. I wasn't up for work with invisible hands constantly stabbing at my womb with knives. I should be used by the pain now but it has gone from dull ache to immense throbbing. I will never stop talking about my menstrual cramp experiences until a stop has been put to it. Bear with me. So it was only my little bro and I with the quiet house all to ourselves. Two individuals very much alike but too stubborn to admit it, both of us. I watched my bro with his headphones on in front of his digital piano, somewhat amazed because this dude can actually read notes but worried as well. We are both dreamers with heads up above the clouds, and the worst that could happen would probably be if he ended up like me. That's why I don't mind sacrificing a percentage of my salary to pay for his expensive piano lessons. I've had a lot of failed heart-to-heart talks with him. But I'm glad I tried. He's still unsure of what he wants to do in life, but whatever it is I'm up for it. This Monday he will receive his O level results. I always tell my younger siblings that grades are merely alphabets. Just because you're not good at some things doesn't mean you can't be awesome at other things. Right? For now, I'm just praying for the best. Allah knows best. Amen.