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Today, 14th of April. I woke up at 6 and called my mom. It’s her birthday today. She received the call and I sang the birthday song to her over the phone. There I got to hear the crying of her. She was happy that I wished her but she missed me. Her crying made me cry too and the mother and son cried for half an hour on phone.
Distance in any relationship sucks. But then the feelings are what that keeps its alive. I have never been so excited about her birthday ever in my life but this year when I wasn’t with her on this day, I was getting desperate to wish her.
College life had bought me away from many things and people but the major missing for me is the lady who took the pain of me in her womb for 9 months. My major missing is the lady who used to stay awake every night so that her 2 year son sleeps well. My major missing is the lady who doesn’t herself own any graduate degree of education but has taught me throughout my school life. My major missing is the lady who didn’t scold me but made me realise my mistake. My major missing is the lady whom I have hurt a lot by my misconducts. My major missing is the lady who made my favourite food even on her birthday. My major missing, my Mom, in this first year of my college I realised that school was only easy because when I returned home I had you by my side. Just seeing at you gives me confidence for things. Happy birthday mummy.
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