Growing up as a kid i never understood why mama had toeave me each day. I felt betrayed, betrayed and hurt that she would leave me at the hands of a mere stranger, someone I was made to call 'auntie'
Growing up i started seeing things in a new light. I began noticing her tired look whenever she would come home from work. How that look would instantly change and her face would light up once she saw us. I began to notice that even on her free days she really wasn't ever free. She would busy herself with the house chores and cooking.
She however did notice that I was concerned and curious. She would try to stop me from caring for her but what can I say, imma mommas girl.
It was she who would make time and go through my homework, held my hand as she taught me how to write, as she saw me through the rainy thunderous nights. She would sing me to sleep and I adorn my face with so many kisses. Thinking about it, it was she who was ever present to celebrate my achievements with me. Her smile as I received the awards and hearing her say "I'm proud of you"
Y'all gotta tell me the problem with mothers and not eating.
An entire day would go by with her making food for us and at the end of it all, she wouldn't eat.
I always found it funny(still do) how when my dad is ill he turns full on baby mode wanting everyone to take care of him. But when mama is sick, it's kinda hard to find out. She'll go around her business as usual and play it off as something that's not important.
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DEAR MOM
Short StoryA short tale in appreciation of all the mothers in the world. We see them strive day in and day out. Totally committed to what they do. We see their smiles, but do we know the story of the pain behind it. We know of their strengths but do we know of...
