Your forgotten HEROINE.
Sometimes.. No.. Often times. You forget your first love. The very first person who taught you the wonders of life. The person who've shown you what affection means. The very person who has been showing you what unconditional love means. The same person who are trashing now.
Remember the very first time you slipped and wounded your knees? She was there. She kissed the pain away. And you thought she was your heroine. The one who super powers who always comes to the rescue when you are in trouble. When you are in pain.
Those days when you played so hard at day time, exhausting all your strengths having fun and grudging over your homework at night, sleeping over them and the next morning surprisingly seeing that they're all done.
Think of the times when you were so ill, she won't mind not eating well, not getting enough sleep or perhaps having no sleep at all just to make sure that you are okay. That your back will not get too sweaty, or that you get to take your medicine on time.
Those shaky, full of wrinkles and rough hands that washed all your clothes, cooked for you, cleaned your bedroom, washed the dishes that you used, ironed your uniforms-- yet that touches you gently to let you feel warm and cared for.
Those eyes that opens first in the morning to prepare your needs and closes last at night to make sure all is done.
Those ears that never grew tired of hearing your cries, your pain, your troubles and those shoulder to cry on..
She was your all. Your mighty heroine. Whom you thought is all powerful. But the time came when you thought, she failed you. Because she cannot understand why you have to act so independently yet irresponsibly. She wanted to reach you, but you slapped her hand away. You thought “No, You don't understand.”
Can you remember how much she has done for you? And you left her. Because you thought, you would want to escape her arms-- her tender loving arms. Because you thought, “I can do it on my own!” Yet after everything, there she still is. Waiting for you. She is not wanting your money. She's too old for your fancy gifts. She just wants your heart. Your warmth. Your care. Won't you pay attention to her before it's too late?
Here, ye, your mom--your forgotten heroine.