What Comes After Mother’s Day?

Mother’s Day is over and so are all the lovey dovey messages for her and not to mention the list of surprises and special treatments. But you got to remember that her duty isn’t just for a few days, months or years. It’s a lifetime duty she had vowed to carry since the day she felt you within herself. It was that day she had decided to first fulfill your needs and then herself with the rest of the stamina left no matter even if there was none left at all.

When you were born she spent uncountable sleepless nights to assure that you’d have a peaceful night. And sometimes you would just refuse to sleep even during the daytime which lead to further sleep deprivation. Her house tasks would be delayed and be piled up one after another but she would make sure that she’d start only after your needs and demands were met. She would be extremely hungry, her stomach roaring with hunger, but she would first feed you, satisfy your thirst and hunger and then sit to have her meal. Many a times the rest of the family wouldn’t even wait for her and in the end she had to eat all alone. And finally when she sat to eat, there, you just remembered you had to pee or worst you had to go poop. Just a little bite of food she had taken which had not even started to satisfy her hunger and she had to shove it away and get back to her responsibility again.

 

As you grew up so did your needs and demands. She had to wake up early, prepare your breakfast, your snack for school and so on. Remember that day, yes that day when you stepped into your school for the first time, you had tears in your eyes, you held her hand tightly but she had to make you let go with a smile. You thought she was happy and smiling but actually she hated herself for being so cruel for not being able to be beside you when you looked up to her for support. But she only did that so that you walk confidently towards your first step of independence.

I don’t want to make this article a boring one by listing all what she has done for you because you must have heard that a million times and you know it too because you have seen her do it with your very own eyes. My purpose is to just deliver a message, with a year full of pain and sacrifices, or hardships and struggle, dedicating just a day out of it to her would be a shame. Celebrating Mother’s Day and trying to make her feel special just for that day does no justice to all what she has done and will keep doing for you till she dies.

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Rather, you must try doing little special stuffs each day. When you come back home, bring her something she loves to eat. Leave a rose and a love message stuck on the fridge or the kitchen table. Text her when you know she is alone at home just like how you keep in touch with your girlfriend or boyfriend. The list is endless, you just need to have a will and ideas will flow in your mind.

Make her feel special not just for a day, but the whole year round.

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He Left Me….

She was old and grey, her skin all wrinkled and she walked with a speed that of a turtle. Her eyes were heavy with dark circles below them like as if someone had dug up two holes on her face. Her lips were dry with the silence of her pain and agony. A silence, which was kept from a very long time. The pain she was having was not a physical one but rather one which tortured her mind and soul. He knees ached as she walked but she didn’t care because what she had lost was too valuable to cry for anything else.

As she stood on the footpath, before her, the cars were passing by very swiftly and people around were engrossed in their own daily tasks. With a stick in her hand she slowly stepped down the footpath and started to walk towards the other side of the road. Fortunately the cars were now at a halt over the red signal light. With a lot of effort she had finally reached the other side of the road. It was a little after twelve and the shops were all busy with customers entering and leaving. With short and slow steps, the old lady entered a fruit shop. Her eyes sparkled as soon as they were laid on the luscious red strawberries. Instead of purchasing the strawberries she stepped out and walked straight towards a tall building. The strawberries had reminded her of her earlier life with her husband and child. Her husband would always get her strawberries on weekends so she would get the pleasure of popping one strawberry after another while they spent the night watching their favourite TV shows.

As she reached the tall building she took out a small piece of paper which was folded neatly into four. Unfolding the paper she looked around for some assistance. A young passerby noticed her and asked if she needed any help. She instantly revealed him the paper so he could have a better look at its contents. After studying it for a few seconds he gave her instructions while directing her with his hands. The old lady smiled in return and then continued with her mysterious journey.

She kept walking until the end of the footpath, on seeing a yellow cab passing by, she signaled it to stop. The cab stopped right away. She peered into the driver’s window and showed him the paper. After they exchanged a short conversation she opened an old satchel bag hanging on her shoulders and looked inside. She then indicated the cab driver to leave refusing to be his passenger. It seemed like she was short of money and had decided to continue going on her foot.

She kept walking towards her destination, stopping every little while to recall the directions the boy had explained to her. Around her, people kept looking at here making her feel nervous. They were probably eyeing her appearance. The worn out loose dress she was wearing, her grey and white hair messy as if they had not being combed for several days, her boots, dirty and torn, displaying her unwashed white socks.

Her journey finally came to an end when she reached a small bungalow on a deserted street. With trembling fingers she rang the bell and anticipated for someone to open the door. A pleasant and young woman appeared from inside to receive her.

With a warm smile she asked, “Yes? Your name?”

“An….na. He…..le…ft…me.”

“Who left you?” with a gentle touch the young girl brought the old lady inside the house.

“My……son,” tears which were held from so long were now streaming down her cheeks.

Behind her the girl shut the bungalow’s iron gate and there on top was a small board which read, ‘Old People’s Home.’