I Was so Glad My Mother Didn't...

Topics: Mother, Father, Family Pages: 2 (749 words) Published: March 12, 2012
I was so glad that my mother didn’t give up.

The past is immutable. It is always there. We carry it around with us. Some people refer to it as a baggage. The past is the sum total of one’s self. It has made me who I am. Sitting here, alone, in the graveyard always gave me inner peace. I put down the large bouquet of tulips on the grave and stared at the old head stone. The color of the letters had faded away with time and it was impossible to read. But for me, it was as if these very words had been carved in my heart. “JULIA ANDREWS. 22ND MARCH 1958- 4TH DECEMBER 2001. MAY YOU REST IN ETERNAL PEACE” As I slid my fingers over these letters, I felt the warmth of my tears on my cold cheeks. I let them fall. I drifted down time.

“they’ll be bringing down your father tomorrow. Then there is going to be a ceremony tomorrow evening. And baby, don’t cry, you know your father won’t like it.” With this my mother gave me a tight hug. I was just fourteen, when my father, an army soldier, had died. He was coming from work, when he’d lost his life in a road accident. Now, it was just my mother and me.

Things changed. We were in a financial crisis. My father had been the bread earner of my family. I changed. I didn’t want to go to school anymore. I just wanted to hide away from this world, be invisible. My father’s death had left me shattered and empty. “Mom, I do not want to go to this carnival.” I shouted at my mother. Several months had passed by my father’s death. “No Jane, you’ll have to go. You know that your father would not have liked it.” “No mother, I don’t know. Dad’s dead, isn’t he? It doesn’t matter if he agreed to a thing or not.” But after all my futile efforts my mother forced me to go to the school carnival as she believed that social interaction was good for me. Most of my teenage years went by like this. I settling at one thing and my mother defying it every time. I did not realize that all that she had been doing for...
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