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Mother's love
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#CoronaVirus
Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon them. While fear haunted their existence, one question was at the forefront.
When was this going to end?
Almost three days, they are still battling their life with profound hunger, heart aching wails that almost emptied their tear glands and swell forming on their eyelids. These days were very challenging and grueling, making them difficult to breath.
‘Mom , please! Only once, only this once, just give me food! I won’t ask again anymore! I’m really hungry! I can’t control anymore! Please mom!’ cried the youngest child, Louise, holding her growing stomach that was starved for nearly three days. Tears flowed relentlessly from her eyes as a long waterfall.
The mother looked painfully at her 7 year old daughter, agonizing sadness gripped her heart. She hugged her crying daughter close to her and gently brushed her sprawled hair with her calloused hands. She had no clue to what to do or where to go. There was no one who could help her in anyway, no husband nor any relatives. Her husband was murdered brutally by some powerful political men just for some wealth, ripping him off from the family. Her parents were dead long back and her relatives were too arrogant to provide some help, distancing away from them leaving them with no other option except for begging at streets.
The mother never took any offence to it. She loved her children to death and would do anything for them. So, she started begging the pedestrians for some money and working at some houses as a maid. The pay she was given every day wasn’t enough but somehow she would manage with immense effort.
But now? Due to contagious corona outbreak, no one accepted her to work at their houses. As per the presidents order, all the people were to stay inside and would only step out if undeniably necessary, closing the begging option for the mother and gave a reason to worry frantically for the income.
At last, seeing no other choice, the mother settled for going outside, even if it means she would get caught. She can’t let her children die out of hunger. It would be selfish of her as she thought.
‘Okay, I will bring food. Henry sweetheart, take care of your sister....
#CoronaVirus
Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon them. While fear haunted their existence, one question was at the forefront.
When was this going to end?
Almost three days, they are still battling their life with profound hunger, heart aching wails that almost emptied their tear glands and swell forming on their eyelids. These days were very challenging and grueling, making them difficult to breath.
‘Mom , please! Only once, only this once, just give me food! I won’t ask again anymore! I’m really hungry! I can’t control anymore! Please mom!’ cried the youngest child, Louise, holding her growing stomach that was starved for nearly three days. Tears flowed relentlessly from her eyes as a long waterfall.
The mother looked painfully at her 7 year old daughter, agonizing sadness gripped her heart. She hugged her crying daughter close to her and gently brushed her sprawled hair with her calloused hands. She had no clue to what to do or where to go. There was no one who could help her in anyway, no husband nor any relatives. Her husband was murdered brutally by some powerful political men just for some wealth, ripping him off from the family. Her parents were dead long back and her relatives were too arrogant to provide some help, distancing away from them leaving them with no other option except for begging at streets.
The mother never took any offence to it. She loved her children to death and would do anything for them. So, she started begging the pedestrians for some money and working at some houses as a maid. The pay she was given every day wasn’t enough but somehow she would manage with immense effort.
But now? Due to contagious corona outbreak, no one accepted her to work at their houses. As per the presidents order, all the people were to stay inside and would only step out if undeniably necessary, closing the begging option for the mother and gave a reason to worry frantically for the income.
At last, seeing no other choice, the mother settled for going outside, even if it means she would get caught. She can’t let her children die out of hunger. It would be selfish of her as she thought.
‘Okay, I will bring food. Henry sweetheart, take care of your sister....
