# Supreme Me Writing Contest

PAINFUL MEMORIES

As a child, I watched my father come and go. He was so huge and gigantic, and he looked more like a wrestler. He was dark skinned, with a round smooth face. His hair was very black and soft. I had only felt it once. I loved his looks.

My mother had told me that dad was a local wrestler during the time that I was born. Then, we stayed in our hometown. He worked with the village wrestling team and won most of his contests. He had to quit wrestling after we moved to the city, where we stayed recently.

In our new home, we lacked nothing. The sitting room was fairly furnished as though dad worked in the civil service. We fed well too, and I had virtually everything I had ever wanted as a child. Mom and dad loved me. It was beyond my comprehension.

But then, that was history. Recently, so many things have changed in our lives. I had come home from school one day and had met our front door open. I was so surprised. That had never happened before. I walked into the house, looking around and calling out for my mother.

“Mom! Mom! Mother!”, I yelled. But nobody seemed to have heard me. Probably, there was nobody in the house. But I was so sure mom was there when I left for school. She had woken up that morning feeling sick so, she had decided to stay home.

“Aw…”, a faint cry jolted me from my thoughts.

“Mom? Mom, is that you?”, I rushed towards the room. That was where I thought the voice came from. But, she wasn’t there.

To be continued...