MOM

MOM

While she was giving birth to me, she did not think of her pain but my safe arrival. For the next six months, she fed me on her milk without thinking of the pain she was going through. When I called her “mom” for the first time, she hugged me, cuddle me in her arms and told everyone around as if it was the biggest achievement of her life. In every stage of life, she held my hand and guided me through the avenue, not to repeat or make any mistakes that young girls generally do. She is my guardian angel. She is my 4AM friend. She is my strength, my safety net to catch me when I fall. She is my best friend when I am broken to the core. She is my creator. My existence and values are because of her. She is my mom, my world.