A Day To Remember

the misunderstood child

As a ten years old me, always used to ask her mother of her messed up life therefore her mom replies her back with a unusual smile every time.

I already knew her answers, but it turn out to be a continuous habit and so my generous mom never got jaded with my silly habit.

Every time I ask her, after tea I walkout at the back of our villa and layed on the lush green grass and look on to the sky with skatered stars all spread out.

As a alone child in the creepy forest with no one of my own beside mom I usually use to talk with the blue sky.
Sometime I use to feel as if I'm trapped in the prison,no where to get out.

I spended half of my life in forest instead of school, thinking that I'm the only child with worst luck.

My mom was the only person on planet who used to wipe my tears at midnight,tranquil me when I'm angry and use to bring smile on my face.she is the only person who understands me because she was also facing the same difficulty which I was,therefore we both use to tranquil each other.

After five "o "clock I was'nt permitted to stay out cause of wild life out during that time,so between this time period
my mom used to read delightful stories to me with same moral lesson as usual but in different ways every time,in this way she was grooming me for a better tomorrow.

My mom herself was the narrator aswell the writer of those stories Most of her stories were about a child and a mom ,in this way she use to express her feelings to me, sometimes out of stress or depression she use to cry and I quickly used to cover her as a blanket.