Not A Day Goes By Without Mom | ✓

The dark black sky turning into sea blue colour, the orange rays of the sun brightening the sky with its gleam, when the earth's satellite; the moon sets in the west when the sunrise taking place in the east and when the trade winds blow through the sighing trees, we hear the croon of the mother birds. Lying beside the highway lane, there was a banyan tree. On the branch in the left end of the tree was a nest built by mother sparrow which consisted of her three minuscule and naked chicks. Every single morning the mother sparrow flies away to fetch some fat worms for her young ones, before her chicks wake up. She chirps for her children to rouse them. She feeds them lovingly with her mandible, takes care of them from the detrimental sight of the other birds till her baby birds are mature enough to take care of themselves. When two weeks pass out the mother sparrow teaches her children to wing and glide over the cold breezes of the trees. She gently pushes her children from the tall tree to make them fearless so as to easily venture in the vast and the dominant sky. After three weeks the baby sparrow can flit and soar in the wind intrepidly and take its wing and leaves their mother alone. The mother bird spends the rest of her life in search of her beloved children but they never return.

Beside the banyan tree lies a cabana. There lie a mother and her son. The mother was left as a widow. The son lost his father when he was five years old. After the death of his father the mother took care of his son's juvenile. Her family did not support her, her foretellers left her all alone. She was all alone and her own family forsaken her from her own house considering her as profane. She did not leave her courage and took shelter under an old cabana. She worked, worked hard for her son. Sometimes she was looked down by her neighbouring people, sometimes she cried by sitting beside her house cupboard. But she was always filled with pluck and valour. She dedicated her whole life towards her son, for him to see the whole world through his own precious eyes.

A mother's heart is always with her child. Wherever she is she always thinks of her child. She is herself in pain when she sees her child crying. She stresses to make a better future for her child. She dedicates her whole life to her young one. It doesn't matter whether a mother is a human or an animal, the thing which matters is that a mother provides selfless love to her children.
"MOTHERS DON'T SLEEP, THEY JUST WORRY WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED".
~ dedicated to all loving mothers.
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