I became a mother again at an advanced age

One night I came to know that my only daughter started fighting with someone. She went to study computer and fell under the whistle of a bus cleaner. He took her who had fallen and crossed the country. When the girl had a stomach ache, the cleaner got on the bus and went somewhere else. My daughter is on the highway. I was called on the phone saying that your daughter was with her by some tight-knit shopkeeper who didn't really know Malayalam. When I heard her story about her life gone awry and the train on the railway tracks, I felt the pain all over again. I went in the cart that I got with Krishnanetta's son and called my daughter. At first she didn't bother to come. I was forcing her saying that now you are not one but two.. When she came home, she found it difficult to look at my face. She must have felt all the guilt of leaving me alone. For many nights she cried and apologized to me without making a sound. Not my mole… not my blood.. not the only life I can call my own in this world… I forgave her, remembering that it was the error of an immature age. My daughter and I have the same story. I also had many dreams when I defied my family and held the hand of the man I loved. My husband went to buy fish when my child was three years old. It seems that even after 20 years, you still haven't caught any fish.. That's why my mole didn't even get to meet her father. I also felt like dying that day. But even that could not be done when I picked up my mole that was lying on the breast without knowing anything. I could not go to my house, which was standing in the strictness of the smoking booty outside. I kept my daughter alive by doing housework in many places and making beedi. When she grew up, she went like this. Although my daughter's life was filled with sadness, I felt the comfort of her return.. I feel a warmth inside when I remember that soon there will be another baby to caress. On such an afternoon, her daughter's delivery took place. I called the female child that the nurse took to my wrist, Thumpe. Hearing that, her unopened eyes twitched and she gripped one of my fingers tightly. I became a mother again at an advanced age. There was a noise of her growth in that house, which was filled with the whimpering of two females. Only milk was enough for her mother. She can't live without my smell, both awake and asleep. It was the same for me… One day when I came home from work at the house next door, I saw two sandals lying on the stairs, which seemed to belong to a man. My daughter was very happy. That bus cleaner who claims to be Tumba's father has come with toys.. 'Mother... my Sunietan had an accident... he didn't leave me...' Her daughter's face was happy to have her life back. I looked at her Suni who was carrying the baby.. there was no sign of such a terrible accident. 'Why did you come now...?' Taking the baby from his hand, I asked him that with a bit of anger... "To carry my dear..." I felt like my chest was going to burst.. Thumba's father told my daughter to get ready saying that he wants to leave today. ‘Mother was waiting for me to come… Let me and Mol go with me…’ I had nothing to say. I entered the room and locked the door saying your wish. My daughter must not have understood my chest beating. Not too old to understand. What should I say to my daughter who dreams of a beautiful future life and is ready to leave again.. I cried and cried. They're going down. When my daughter kept knocking, I opened the door. Tumba is sound asleep on her father's shoulder. Well... She won't cry to deepen the separation.. She will be searching when she wakes up.. She will be insisting to see me. Slowly you will forget me... 'Don't you feel angry with me, mother...' My daughter fell on my lap saying.. I didn't ask her where are you going. I kissed my daughter's forehead saying that she should come here if she felt unable to go anywhere. Umma also placed a kiss on the sleeping Tumba's cheek. Its burn is still on the lips of my memory. If you ask why, it's been six years since I saw my cousin. If I thought about going there, they were in some unheard of land... The hope that my daughter will come to me with my angel one day is completely gone now. My Tumba, who woke up from a sleep at an age that doesn't remember, has completely forgotten me... even if it's just a mole, it's become someone who calls me every now and then to ask if I'm fine... It doesn't matter... It's not my children... It's not my blood.