The Diary Game [10/11/2025] // A Day of Mixed Emotions.

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This day was one of those days I will never forget in a hurry, a day that started with promise but ended in deep emotional exhaustion.

I woke up early this morning, determined to make the most of the day. As a mother and a career woman working from home, I try to balance family life with professional duties, even when it feels overwhelming. After saying my morning prayers, I headed straight to the kitchen to prepare puff puff and beans for breakfast, a meal my children always look forward to. The sweet aroma of the frying puff puff filled the house, bringing warmth and laughter to our home. The kids ate happily, and that alone gave me the strength to face my office tasks.

^{Frying puff puff for breakfast.}

After cleaning up, I switched on my laptop and dived into work. My morning was quite productive at first; drafting reports, and attending a short virtual meeting. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until my phone buzzed with a breaking news notification that shattered my focus. It was about the death of my former classmate’s husband, who had committed suicide in South Africa. I froze for a moment, staring at the screen in disbelief. My heart sank, and a wave of sadness swept over me. How could this happen? He had always seemed cheerful the few times I met him. I could not continue working after that. My mind was heavy, and I found myself lost in thought, thinking of his wife and children.

As if the emotional weight was not enough, the weather changed drastically from scorching heat to sudden chill, followed by light showers. My son began to cough and developed a mild fever. My motherly instincts immediately kicked in. I rushed to a nearby pharmacy to buy some drugs for him.

^{At a pharmacy to buy drugs for my toddler son.}

The streets were quiet, and I could feel the stillness of the city. The pharmacist was kind and offered some advice on managing his symptoms.

^{The streets were almost empty.}

By evening, the neighbourhood was unusually dull. Nightlife here has become boring lately as most shops close early, and the once lively streets are now silent, except for the occasional hum of motorbikes passing by. I decided to walk to a nearby supermarket to pick up yoghurt and cereals for the kids’ snacks. It felt good to stretch my legs after a long, heavy day, even though my heart was still burdened.

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Back home, I ironed the children’s school uniforms and supervised as they completed their homework. The sound of pencils scratching against paper was oddly comforting, but my peace did not last long. My toddler’s condition worsened during the night. He cried intermittently, and I barely got a moment to rest. I spent most of the night checking his temperature, wiping his forehead, and whispering prayers for his healing.

Now, as I sit by his bedside, exhausted and teary-eyed, I realise how fragile life truly is. Today reminded me that in one single day, joy, sorrow, and worry can all coexist, testing both the strength and heart of a mother. Until my next diary session, it is good night from my end.