[12th March,2003]
This is the day my mother died. She was the only one I had.
My father had died before my birth,apparently we were very poor and when my mother was pregnant with me,he overworked himself to earn money for his child,being unsuccessful he went into depression and committed suicide. My mother was on her own,she too overworked herself just so that we can have bread on the table every night and so that I never go to bed with an empty stomach. Of course,how long could she hold on? 13 years? Exhaustion took its toll,I was so happy that day,it was my birthday until I went into the kitchen to find her dead.
I had nothing,nothing at all. No one,relatives,friends, hell I did not even have the money to go to school. I thought I would just wonder around hungry and filled with greif until I starve to death.
I thought it was over.
