first part was "it's something special"do check it out before reading this one .you will get an idea about our birthday girl.
As soon as I sat on bed my mom gave me her magic hug and said joyfully,"Happy Birthday,baby girl."I chuckled and teasingly said" Hey mom , now I am a young woman of seventeen, not your baby girl anymore, who always wanted you near her."Oh no. God!! How could I?I didn't leave my sarcasm even today , the only day , when she was available for me ,for whole 24 hours."You silly girl, have you taken a resolution to ruin your rare mother-daughter moments?" I said to myself in mind. I was nervous that we would end up debating aka arguing (which my mum hates) like always, but unfortunately on my birthday too .This day has always been full of awkwardness since I was ten. No wonder I could not recall it .
But mom is mom, ignoring the sarcastic part of what I had said , she kindly looked into my eyes ,held my hands in hers and said not only to me but also to herself,"You will always be my baby girl .You know , don't you ?That children always remain babies for their mothers."She again hugged me and I didn't know what to feel. After doing everything which would hurt me, how could she expect me to be happy and still love her by this hugging thing. I hate to admit but the undeniable fact was that I was glad to be in her arms and never wanted to be apart from their security. But it was she ,yes ,she, can you believe that , I still can't,that my own mother didn't want to be with me because she loved a thing called "success," and a crazy man nowadays , more than me. WOW what a great ambitious woman but not even a good mother . The "best" title is too far, dear mom.
But look at my poor situation I can't even hate her. l had understood many big theories of science very easily, but I could never ever understand thi
s mother -child relationship thing. Even after crossing all the limits of cruelty and sarcasm , neither mother nor child could hate each other .
The day of awkwardness had just started and I was out of morning routine ,in my mum's arms and mourning over the truth of my life which I always try to ignore.
To be continued......
