My day seems incomplete without the usual wake up call from mom. That shout to arouse me from my land of dreams is filled with love as much as irritation, and heeding that love I open my eyes immediately to see her staring down at me with a glint in her eyes.
“You’re getting late, come on now, OUT OF BED”, she yells. Laughing, I pursue her order. In around twenty minutes, I’m ready to start my day.
“First go pray; then only breakfast. We should be thankful for what He has given us”, she says. I give her a kiss and go pray to God. Afterward, I butter up few slices of bread and eat quickly.
“Are you done already? No. Sit down. I’m not leaving you till you eat some more” her caring words come.
“Mom, I’m in a hurry today. I’ll eat something from canteen”, I reply and taking my bag, head off to work. When I reach office, I remember something I have forgotten. I call back home. “What have you forgotten?” she asks, quickly cutting to the chase.
“I forgot to say that I love you”, I reply and imagining her smiling face, I cut the call and start work.
Lots of times, I have fought with God for taking my dad away from mom and me, but she has never let me feel a lack of that love, or shared her pain with me. I feel I am blessed with a mother like her.
“You’re the best, Mom”, I say to her everyday. “I love you loads and I know you love me a lot too. That’s beautiful. We might be only two, but we’re the best family.”