Impervious Love ~ a love that can never be met.

1 ~ A Mother's Sacrifice.

Don't let sacrifices be the measure of love.

Have you ever thought about sacrificing yourself for someone you care about? Or maybe even your  dreams? Is there anyone in your life for whom you'd do that without a second thought? If so, I’d suggest against it.

What? I’ve never done that, and I don’t plan to either. Growing up, I saw people make sacrifices without realizing it at the time, and now I wonder how anyone could be happy after giving up their dreams.

And the answer is no one.

Remember being a kid? We were super protective of our favorite things. It could be toys, bikes, cars, dolls, or even toffees because we knew that’s where our happiness lay. And now, it seems like we just hand over our dreams and give ourselves up for someone. It’s wild!

When I was eleven, someone told me and it stuck with me like forever: “If you change who you are or sacrifice yourself for someone——whether you love them or not——you lose a part of yourself. And that missing piece will always nag at you and keep you away from being truly happy, no matter who you’re with and for whom you have done it. So, Just look in the mirror, say hi, give a high-five and pass a smile to the best person in the world——You!"

If I ever did that, I know I’d regret it eventually. I think most people do, though some might not, since God's best creature——a Mother——still exists.

I've heard it a lot, but never paid much attention to the fact that women, especially mothers, often sacrifice their dreams. Women will make thousands of efforts to be good daughters, better wives, and the best mothers.

However, when it comes to their dreams? They might hold on for a while, but eventually, they let go. Hate to admit, often a man plays a role in that. Sometimes it is her father, brother, husband, or even her kids.

My mother falls into the last category. Yeah, it was deplorable for me that I had impeded my mother's career, even if it wasn’t on purpose.

Childhood! Such a magical time for everyone. Isn't it? Perhaps I can't say as I'm obscure about my childhood days. All I recall is, I was not a typical child until I hit the age of ten. I used to be feeble, confined to bed for years rather than days, weeks, or months, and needed someone around all the time to take care of me.

Like any mother, my mother also chose me over her career, her passion, and her dream. Not that Dad had not tried to make her understand and convince her otherwise; he had, nonetheless, my mother's stubbornness won out like all the time. Especially in front of him.

For 11 years, I hadn't seen and stepped foot in school. As a child, on the one hand, I was content with the fact that I was not waking up early like them, completing schoolwork, bearing punishments, and dealing with other activities. On the flip side, I, too, wanted to enjoy and experience school life, make friends, play games, and go on trips...