Letters- From Hurt to Heal

Chapter 2- Dear Mom

Dearest mom,

I know, you think, I know nothing.

The scars you have been hiding under this bright smile.

The pain you have been hiding in your heart, and its turning into a storm.

The sad eyes.

The silent screams.

Every single thing, Mom.

I am aware of it.

I know you have been suffering for years, your suffering game isn't having an end point, reason why I let you pour your frustration on me, reason why I never tell you that it wasn't me who burnt the rice or it wasn't me who broke the plate, and definitely it wasn't me who made dad the way he is now. Reason why I let you pour your frustration down on me, even when it is pretty destructive because being your daughter, I have inherited sensitivity from you. I feel smallest of small things.

The only difference we have between us is that,

You have got guts to speak it out loud.

I suppress the things I want to shout out loud.

You have me to say it all.

I have no one, hence I decide to keep it all inside because you are the one to teach me about how fake people can be.

But, just for once, Can I ask you a few questions?

I wasn't the one who asked you to give me birth, it was you who brought me into this world, you suffered from all the pain and I know it was me who made you suffer but trust me, if I had words I would have told you how much I hate myself for being the reason of your suffering. If it was in my hands, I would have saved you.

Similarly, I am not at all the one who wants to destroy the perfect family we, oh no, you had before me. I completely don't want to spoil the happiness and bond you all share with each other, its just, at times, I feel so alone. So alone in this whole wide universe, I want you to come, hold me in your arms like you did when I was a baby, oh wait, sorry. I made you taste death when I was born.

Oh well, I just want you to let me rest for a while in your lap. Away from all the battles I have been fighting since infancy. I just, once, want you to realize.

That I am a human being too.

And I have a sensitive heart, like yours.

Love,

Your Daughter.