I woke up this morning to the sounds of vessels from the kitchen well I knew who was responsible for it.
None other than my beautiful mother.
"Mrs. Sandhya Ahuja"
It was surprising that she still came to my house after having a heated argument with me last night.
Yeah you read it right 'my house'.
I don't stay with my mom and her family. Her family?
Yes, her family she married to her husband "Mr. Naveen Ahuja" when I was 16 yrs old and they are blessed with my younger half brother "Mehul Ahuja" who is 9 yrs old.
Umm you must be wondering about my biological father
"Mr. Girish Malhotra"
My father whom I despise from the core of my heart but still love him.
He is responsible for all the sufferings that me and my mom faced in my childhood.
Not anymore tho, he was an ass-hole'.
I know it's a wrong word to use against your own father but he totally deserves it.
He was an abusive and cruel husband, who used to torcher his wife like an inhuman.
Not only a bad husband but also a
'Bad Father'.
He could never be the father figure which I was fond of while growing up.
My father was the first man to break my heart in pieces.
He never cherished me, his anger was the enemy in the sacred relationship of "Father and Daughter".
I was never that lucky to call my father as my role model.
Because he was never the one.
Infact, I see my role model in my mother;
Who fought with her destiny.
She is one of the strongest women whom I know in this world. She became my father in the absence of her ex-husband.
She was the one who completed all the wishes of the little 'Sejal'.
Supported her daughter no matter what the circumstances were, believed in her when she herself used to doubt her own potential.
I am happy that she found her love after all the cruel things she faced.
She is married now, to the greatest man.
I have seen my mother struggling alone in this world until Mr. Naveen arrived in her life.
The man whom my mother deserves it. The man who cherished her, who kisses the ground she walks. Who handles all her tantrums and her childishness.
Well in short, They are
"Happily Married"
Then arrives my little brother "Mehul Ahuja". I know logically he is my half brother but emotionally he is no less than my own sibling.
We are no less than any other duo of brother and sister. Hahaha, well he is my small brother but acts as if he is elder than me.
So Protective & Possesive, I cherish the bond that we share.
"SEJU.. Uth jaa tu late ho rahi hai office ke liye" said my mom screaming from the kitchen while cooking the delicious breakfast for me.
"Haa mummy aayi, bas nahane jaa rahi hu" damn I need to hurry up or else my mom will kill me.
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