August 2006. A teenage girl left home and moved into a strange new city. And then started a series of firsts. Waking up to the shrill alarm of her first mobile phone, doing her own laundry and even buying her own sanitary napkins, it all started. There were no hands to hold, nobody to wipe away the tears of loneliness, no warm hugs to calm down the palpitations, nobody to ask questions and nobody to give the answers.
August 2006. The same year two parents dropped their baby girl to college in a strange new city and returned home, together but alone. Their hearts felt empty but so heavy. They too had a series of firsts. Waking up to an agonising silence in the house, no timetables, no round the clock surveillance, it all ended. There were no lunchboxes to pack and no parent teacher meetings, nobody to scold and nobody to pamper, nobody to ask questions to and no answers.
Years flew by.
Between then and now, several things changed. The girl grew into a beautiful woman. The parents grew old and wrinkled.
Between then and now, some things stayed exactly the same. I’m still their baby girl, papa is still “my daddy strongest “ and Ma is still the most beautiful and strongest woman I’ve known. Age has gotten the better of them but that hasn’t stopped them from fulfilling even the silliest wishes of mine. They continue to love, protect and provide with whatever resources and energy they have left.
To my dearest Ma and Papa, who’ve played both roles interchangeably – Happy Mother’s Day
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