My mom passed away when I was a small kid in 8th standard. The emptiness of the house was hard to bear. I had lost all my feelings. I hardly laughed or even cried. I even stopped meeting my friends or even going outside. I was unable to explain the pain and emptiness that I felt. Sometimes I saw her in my dreams. There she is, standing. Looking stunning as always. I called her but she didn't hear. I tried to go to her but I was unable to move. I was crying frantically. I used to wake up every single time at this particular moment, screaming, crying, and looking around for her. She was my best friend. I didn't know if I could ever cope with this pain.

Time went by. Almost one and a half years have passed. In school, I was promoted to class 9. My friends and teachers were very cooperative. That one year, they were always soft and helpful towards me. Some of the days, I used to go to school without my tiffin as my father didn't have time to prepare it. During those days my friends cooperated with me a lot. They used to bring extra food for me. Life was slowly coming back to the tracks. But one day, I returned home only to find my grandparents and my aunts sitting in the living room. My aunts took me in their embrace as soon as they saw me entering. Amongst the crowd, I saw a lady, dressed in a beautiful saree. Slowly I came to know that she is my new mom. My father married her because it...