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Simply beautiful-Mother
#MothersDayStory
Grace is in her steps and heaven in her eyes.
The time had come to start my journey. I leaned out of the window, waving as long as I could while she disappeared into the distance.I watched the window pane slowly moving up and within seconds the car felt suffocating.I was struck between the desire to run after my passion for photography,my talent,my art,my work or just hold her hands firmly and promise her that nothing else matters for me,tell her that even now her wrinkled fingers create magical taste in food,stop right there turn back and hug her just once and forever.I kept thinking all day about how selfish I had become for my goals and how I could just see my mother disappearing in the clouds that frosty day .
Alcohol might kill you slowly but 'guilt' it ensures that you are killed each second of your life.With a heavy heart and numb feet,I boarded the flight to New York to live my dreams.
It's been 12 years since that day and today I'm seated in the same car with window slightly open,hand ready for waiving once again but this time not for a bitter goodbye but sweet beginnings where the world just revolves around her and me,where no longer I care about my tomorrow but just wish for a broad smile on her face each day.
Grace is in her steps and heaven in her eyes.
The time had come to start my journey. I leaned out of the window, waving as long as I could while she disappeared into the distance.I watched the window pane slowly moving up and within seconds the car felt suffocating.I was struck between the desire to run after my passion for photography,my talent,my art,my work or just hold her hands firmly and promise her that nothing else matters for me,tell her that even now her wrinkled fingers create magical taste in food,stop right there turn back and hug her just once and forever.I kept thinking all day about how selfish I had become for my goals and how I could just see my mother disappearing in the clouds that frosty day .
Alcohol might kill you slowly but 'guilt' it ensures that you are killed each second of your life.With a heavy heart and numb feet,I boarded the flight to New York to live my dreams.
It's been 12 years since that day and today I'm seated in the same car with window slightly open,hand ready for waiving once again but this time not for a bitter goodbye but sweet beginnings where the world just revolves around her and me,where no longer I care about my tomorrow but just wish for a broad smile on her face each day.
