>Sometimes I wonder what life would have been if she was around.It takes a while for some people to miss someone and to understand how much they value another person. I dont know if i missed her from the start and just pushed the feelings aside or did i just forget the fact that she was not around coz thats how happily he had brought me up..
A few days ago..I woke up all on a sudden and realised that she was not around. I realised that it was not a dream at all..Eveythin was real..the last 15 years of my life was indeed real and not a dream. No matter how I tried to run away from it, it had finally caught up with me. I got up from bed that morning trying to fight everything that came my way, maybe it was my way of taking out all those feelings of despair inside..
Now when i sit down and think, i realise i remember very little of her..but the things i remember are crystal clear…I remember…
her getting me ready to school every morning..the usual fights in the bathroom..
the way she used to pin a hand kerchief on my uniform..
The way she used to sing when she was doing something in the kitchen..
The way she used to make me record all the songs and poems i learnt on the tape recorder.
The times i used to be angry with her for not letting me go out to play with my friends.
The way she used to smile when she gave me books to read when i was down with fever and not attending school..
I remember the way she used to sing to me when we were alone
the way she used to call my name..noone has ever called my name that way..
i remember the last things she told me….
Everything is coming back to me..dont know why..maybe its because these days all my friends are talking about marriage and future life..where their mothers are teaching them how to manage houses and look after their houses o maybe its just because i realised only now what i was missing and what she meant to me..
I know for sure that my life would have been a lot different if she was around..I know i would have been the perfect girl in every sense..Sometime i really miss her presence..guess its a part of growing up…
There are so many things in which i want to be like her..
the way she used to live her life..the way she used to make everyone smile around her..the way she used to take care of all of us..the way she was concerned about everyone..the way she used to take care of even those little things..the way she was perfect…Everyone and anyone who met her never forgot her..that was her magic…
That was my mother..Miss you