I always dreamt that one day she will come to me, look in my eyes and tell me that she is there for me. She cares for me and that she loves me. Thought she would apologize for all those eventful days of my childhood, for not protecting me, for leaving me amongst the wolves. For all the wounds, that has now turned to scars, so deep, even a hundred layers of epidermal shed wouldn't erase. I just wanted her to embrace me, call me her kid, and kiss me on the forehead, erasing all those past memories. I wanted her to apologize for all those days she treated me like an outcast, for all those days when i trembled in fear, that she couldn't pacify. Like all other mothers, kiss on a picture of mine, while dusting it. I just wanted her to treasure me like other moms cherished their daughters. Stand by my side when someone bad mouthed me. I guess it was too much to ask for. They say daughters are very precious for moms, and that they always imitate their mother, but i never got a chance. I learnt a lot, how not to be if i become a mother. When others hit me on my head, i used to feel so furious, as it was something I never liked, but I used to hold them all inside me just because I wanted to be obedient. I never wanted anyone to lecture my mom about parenting. I wanted to protect my mom by being nice and quiet. I wanted others to respect her. After all she was the one who gave me birth. If i cannot take pain for the one who underwent pain to bring me to this beautiful world, what else is the purpose of my life? Alas nothing!!