I never imagined my life without mom. She was my protector. The only friend I had growing up and my blanket which covered me in the harsh cold. When dad beat me up she would save me from his beatings...she would take some herself. And then in the evening she would bake a cake with chocolate chip toppings. She would cheer for me in every school sports meet...even when I was running at the very end, struggling to just complete the track. She was the first person to know that...that I like boys and not girls.
When Mom left one day and never returned. When the news of her death came. I was not myself for days. The trauma made me so anxious I had to take medical help. And now that I had somehow acknowledged the fact that she was gone....I meet her again. I was in awe with her beauty always.
