A Blessed Daughter

I am XX’s daughter. I am the one she always talked about in front of others. When I was the child I did not pay attention to how she looks at me and notices me but when I grew up I feel that my mother is the one who really gives extra care to me among other children. As time passes I felt that she silently looks at her all children but the way she looks at me is the most special one. Whenever I get upset I look at her and when I find her looking at me I seriously feel serenity. Why would I talk about my father or my siblings? I’m telling the story of a daughter. My father and siblings do not have time to sit with me and talk about anything because they are too busy in their lives. But my mother, the only being who sit with me for a long period of time. I and my mother sometimes seem to be alone in our house. I do not feel anything for any other member of my family but as a daughter, I feel deep connectivity, emotional attachment, and love for sure.

Two years back there was a night I felt like watching a movie with someone. My mind just clicked the picture of my mother and I rushed to my mother’s room and she was sleeping. When I opened the door, she woke up with the door’s voice and asked what do you need? I said movie Mom. After 15 mins she and I were watching and enjoying my favorite movie. This much she loves me. I have all grown up now and at this time I can never imagine doing anything without her advice. I am all set up to follow her.