letters of love

Tresured memories

Sitting on his rocking chair in the corner of a dark room in a plush bungalow Mr black speculated upon the day he spent. Mrs Thomson had gone through an operation which couldn't save her resulting in her death. Death of Mrs Thomson declared him as an orphan though he accepted himself to be an orphan since he left his parents and shifted in his own two bedroom apartment. That was the beginning of his career and a new life. With no one to dominate him or control him, he was king of his own choices. He worked in a company for few years and lately started his own business which turned out to be a big success. He grew up financially but deep down and still to this day there is deep scar of rejection, rejection of love that he could never be a part of. What was it that caused him to be alone? Thought Mr black. "Ah! Its you mother, its you. You spoiled my life. You took away from me everything that I loved. And you say you love me? Sam was always important to you. You never loved me mom, you never loved me." He wept in pain. Not for loosing his mother but for the pain he went through in his past years. Thinking of his mother reminds him of the gift box that his mother gave him. "Now what is this gift?" Mrs Thomsons gifts were always his favorites... She never got any expensive gift for him. She always bought gifts that were reasonable. As the gifts were not very expensive Mr black easily used them and made the most use out of it.
"What are these???"frowned Mr Black. The box had few envelopes and a note. "Dear son, every envelope is filled with treasures. Treasures of my life. Treasures that you will cherish rest of your the life." Stated the small note. After reading the note Mr black noticed that every envelope was marked with numbers. He opened the first envelope with number 1.

Dear son,
Today you have completed 5 yrs of your life. This day reminds me of happiness and pleasure I and your father had when we got the news that I am pregnant. We started planing on how we will grow you up as a good human being. And there was one thing common between us, and that was we both were nervous. Nervous because we were about to get a very big responsibility to help an individual evolve to be a good and generous human being. I still remember the day nurse handed you in my arms. It was the most beautiful day of my life. Your little arms your face, your little toes just made me fall in love with you. I and your father got busy in checking which part of your body resembles ours. That feeling of happiness made me forget all the pains and hardship that I have gone through these 9months of pregnancy. Son being a parent makes you forget every pain that you have. You live for someone else with a selfless attitude. You came in my life and my changed. I had to share my space, my time, and my energy in entertaining you. Just for your one smile we would make thousands of funny faces. I still remember when you had your first cold, you would sleep only in my arms. I use to be awake throughout night comforting you. You grew a bit older and I had to take care of your nutrition to keep you healthy. I would try different types of puree and juices. You rejected a few and you loved to have some. Looking after the house along with you was a big task dear. It was my first experience. I learned to manage time with your routine. With passage of time it was your first step. And my life was again full of happiness. You held my fingers and learned to walk. Narrating you stories was one of my favourite job. I loved to hug you tight in my arms and tell you a lovely story. I came to know about my story making skills after you were born. I loved it when you laughed while listening to the funny sounds I made while telling a story. I kept on trying different sounds just to make you smile. And you said the first word mama.... Your voice was like melody to my ears. I wanted to hear that again and again. Your father came from office and you played with him. He was never too tired to play with you. And today you have learned to speak fluently and confidently. I feel happy for you. But son now you are growing to be a big boy. And I want you to behave in a correct manner. And for those reasons I have to at times be a little hard on you. I know you don't like me when I am hard on you. But son I have to be that hard on you. Else I won't be able to correct you. I always try to make you understand the good habits but you still don't want to follow them. I know doing bad behaviour is fun but is not correct. And we are humans and not cartoons. I know you don't realise but I always tell you stories that connects somewhere to the good habits I want to teach you. I love you son and I don't like it when people dislike you. I want everyone to appreciate you. For your good manners and your good habits. Don't hate me for who I am.