AMMA
Apr 1, 2026
The world sees me suffer.
It sees me fight through my hardships.
And when they ask me, “How are you?”
I simply say, “I’m fine… it’s nothing.”But when I reach home and see my mother,
she doesn’t need to ask me anything.
All I can do is tell her what happened —
and the tears just fall.Get Lza Bochung’s stories in your inbox
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I show her the wounds my battles have left behind.
I don’t feel ashamed. I don’t hesitate.
Because I know she won’t laugh at me.Instead, she’ll raise her arms to hold me,
wipe my tears away,
and give me a shoulder to cry on.Thank you, Amma.
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