It has already been dawn but I am still here, lying on the couch where I am always sleeping on, thinking thoroughly about the things that I should write. I am hoping to create a well-written content of a blog about you.
As I am hearing the howling of the wind and the crowing of the roosters, my mind is bewildering with the unorganized thoughts that baffle me all the way. I can even hear your snore as you look peacefully sleeping on that mat on the floor.
I look at you. My head is splashing with memories of how you reminisce your memoirs to me. And, most of them sting me. I stare at you like it is going to be the last time and unconsciously telling you ''I am happy that you can now sleep soundly and deeply, and not worrying on the excruciating pain that people and life had inflicted on you.
I always see the pain in your anxious, weary eyes every time you tell me about the story of your unfortunate life. It feels like my conscience has been continuously beating me and my heart has been forcefully bleeding that I just have to shut my mouth and listen closely to you every time we talk.
I know your story but people don't. They see you as a happy mother, having two children who had finished their college degrees. People treat them as the successful ones.
Little did they know how you helped and motivated us to continue our studies. They didn't know how I almost gave up my diploma because I was damn tired and helpless. But you were there, helping every inch of me unconditionally, lifting me up whenever I am failing and falling apart.
Some people don't like how your life turned the way they never expect. You experienced shame, abusive rumors, accusations and even hateful stares because they thought you were poor, naïve and unschooled, but you just brushed those off and stood up for me and my brother's sake.
You probably have not succeeded in the eyes of the society as per social status but you have been very successful in nurturing us. I am not who I am now if it weren't you. When life took away my innocence and enlightened me the reality, you were the very first person I looked up to and gave me so much inspiration, even up till now.
I am blissful that you are my mother. Whatever happens, I am always here for you. I love you, Mama! My real successful woman. :-)
Do you love your mothers as much as I do?
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Loving you all Steemians,
