#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh .....I have to start work for her because from the photo frame... she was telling me that work from her side also to take care of our children...
now I having double responsibilities ....I have to work as a father and mother both ..
I know I am unable to take place of mother in my children's life ...
but I will try that my children will not miss there mother ...
From the photo frame she was telling me that she lost her life because she was suffering from cancer ... actually she was unlucky that she missed the chance to took care of her children...she fought till last to be alive ...but she died...
she was telling me that ''being a father you are lucky and getting a chance to enjoy all lively movements with our children ... and take care of our children ...''
But she didn't know that
how I will be??
A mother can be a father or a complete family..
but a father can not be a mother....
that's why mothers are special and unique in this world....

But I will try to cover up the vacant space of mother in my children's life ...

© shivani jain