Dream of a Mother.

I totally take back what I said about ACS.




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When I was much younger, I always thought I could be anything I wanted to be. I shared these dreams with my mother who was always there to give me the support just like any loving mother would.

I never walked on this path alone. Never.

Whenever I turned around, she was there, holding out her arms. Just waiting to catch me, just in case I fall and end up hurting myself. I used to giggle at this thought, because I thought I was the best and never would fall.

She never did say anything. Her gentle smile was all she gave as a response. I awaited the day. The day where I could walk side by side with my mother, and share with her my joy, laugher, and even pain.

I grew older, and the path grew wider, and more forks appeared on that path. Soon, two became three, and three seemed like there were millions of paths that I could take. I turned back, hoping to ask that figure which I gave utmost respect to.

But, her face. It was different. Misery.

That was what I saw. Her face contorted with an expression that I could not fathom. What was it then?
Have not I been a good daughter?
Have not I given her the respect she deserves?

I looked at her intensely. She hung her head... "so...r...ry." She drew her breath as though each breath caused her a thousand knives to be penetrated through her thorax.

My mind was in a whirl, I could not comprehend what was happening at that point of time. I drew closer to her, and wanted to just give her a hug. Hoping to give her the support that she has given me all this time. When I faced her, proximity within touching range. I noticed all the scars and bruises she had on the her skin that used to be so delicate..

When I asked her why she was hurt so badly.

She answered. "My child, all this time, I was protecting you. The people you have offended threw rocks at you, and I didn't want you to get hurt. I blocked the path of the rocks. I took the onslaught of attacks for you."

My knees touched the ground at that instant. Weeping, I knew the love my mother had for me.

I finally understood why she was always behind me, never beside me.





A dream I had.
I can't put it into words.
Moved to tears.

Thank God for mothers.