Mother, it's hard for me to love you with as much passion as you love me with. I guess I'm too prideful... or your love is too much to repay. When life had to offer nothing but pain, you smiled. When we had very small to eat, you came home very late so that we'd eat what was there, and you'd return home and pretend you'd eaten outside while I was damn sure you hadn't. When we were on the verge of being homeless, you kept it together with a smile, but I know you've been crying, because your eyes were still red. Gratefully, we found a place; if we didn't, I can't imagine how much it would've broken you, because it did more than breaking me. You sometimes yelled on and insulted me, when life pinched you more than you can bear. Who could blame you; no one was by your side, not even me. All that you've gone through for us, and you're still sane. All the times you starved for us; all the times you hit rock bottom for us... And after all, my pride couldn't let me love you. I was ashamed when you loved me while other children saw. I was ashamed when you showed up, worrying if you looked good enough for everybody else. I did not know who to value and respect first, but now I do. I can't ever give back what I've taken from you, mother. You gave me way too much. What I could do is to transform the fake smile you used to give us into a real one. All the sacrifices you've made will never be in vain. You deserve a true smile on your face. ©झिंगाट छकु #Love Over Pride #colours
