This is based on true events between my mama and I.
As we were riding on the freeway, I was submerged in thoughts. Thoughts about school,hobbies,friends and how was it possible to manage study stress. I heaved a sigh and glanced forward and what I realised for the first time starlet me. I had a crystal view of mom’s frizzy hair. Her once youthful and rich Asian hair now highlighted with white streaks of aging harbinger. The skin at the back of her neck were starting to wrinkle a little. As she placed her hand over her shoulder , the shrivel of lines on her fingers and the veins that emerged from her hand signified that the aging agony were dominating. I gulped unsteadily and my initial thoughts were all compensated by thoughts of momma.
(At this point of time , those who bothers to read on deserves a bear hug)
I extracted how she blew her mind at me and started to come apart at the seams by pitching her fists and slapping her palms across my face. I felt the pain. I felt HER pain. Strange enough , I did nothing to retarliate. I did not raise a finger nor did I have the thought of hurting a single atom in her because what I did to her explained why I was deserving of it. I lied to Mom. And everyone knows , lies are the deadliest weapon anyone could use to harm another and the people who would suffer the most by your lies are the people closest to you. Well that certainly explained Momma’s broken spirit.
(At this point of time, those who bothers to read on deserves a peck on the cheek)
Sixteen odd years of effort , love , care and anything that an extraordinary mother would give their child , werent meant to be devoured in the mist of a lie. The morning calls , breakfasts , shelters , habiliment and everything else that I was given were meant to go to someone more deserving than a lying brat. The controversy of a divorce and the life of a single-mother was meant to be appreciated a heap load more than the others. Because my Momma sacrificed her love , her youth and her time for me. She did not think Dad was becoming of being a good father. Gambling habits , lies and a self-centered personality can never be condoned in a family. She had her heart broken by Dad. Now , me?
(At this point of time , those who bothers to read on deserves 2 bear hugs)
While the thoughts glistened through my mind , the swelling tears in my eyes interrupted for a moment.
All she ached was for me to be a happy student , studying smart , maintaining happiness within me and to be appreciative toward her. She deserves much more gratitute. She deserves a whole lot more of respect. She intelligibly wanted to feel the love from her daughter after all she had countenanced.
As the scenery cruised swiftly , pebbles of water droplets started to pelt down , drawing patterns on the glass panes. I leaned forward and placed my hand on Momma’s shoulder and said ,
“Sorry Ma , you know i love you.”
My voice quivered slightly.
She glanced right back and smiled. That smile was the brightest smile that drew across her face , ever.
:)
Those who achieved 3 bear hugs and a peck , I love you
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