The crawling nights, when you cried cause of uncertain hunger strikes, and non routinely butt wash and showers. She was there to nurture by giving attention and care to make you rise.
The toddler days, when you were frightened to take the first step in strangery world. She was there to hold you tight in arms and let you felt like a most confident person on earth.
The teeny days, when puberty hit you and it felt like you are the only “oh so cool” being out there. And had attitude like “DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO”. She was still there to listen up all your crappy words which made her hurt like a rock. But she taught you the right way to do everything.
The adultery days, when you were the one who got up on toes and was getting the real shit of life. She was there to make it survivable and bearable for you through repetitive concerned several calls/ msgs and re-microwaved cold waited meal for you.
The married days, when you became a family and felt like no space for her cause oh she became grey and ill health person, who couldn’t fit anymore. She was there in old aged home sticking her sight to see her baby steps to take her away along.
The black days, when you stood in front of your fresh blood, and felt her spiritually everywhere. Shes graved now and still hoped that her child would remind her and pray.
Cause, she knows you are a weak soul who couldn’t resist the pain, she received from