Wednesday, August 5, 2015

MOTHER



                      She stands just about 5 feet and 4 inches with curvy frame wearing a floral duster. Her short hair has been slowly graying lately, implying that she has gone through enough life’s harshness and friendliness. Often she ties her hair in a ponytail whenever she is doing the household chores. Her name is Eva, she’s my middle-aged mother. Like the typical housewife, she concerns herself with various home-keeping work like raising us, preparing meals for us and cleaning the house for years and even now. Of course, nagging sessions are sometimes present which at times provoke arguments between me and her. Mama usually nags me about my laziness to bring an umbrella whenever I go outdoors. “I would not bother again caring for you, serving you in the morning, nor talking to you. You’re so stubborn.” It happened that she had a bad day which caused her nagging to be superfluous and hurtful for me. Out of my control, I answered and the argument began, but I managed to keep silent so that the argument ceases. The house was in a deafening silence. Suddenly, a street child knocked on our door for some food. Her mad eyes turned to their usual softness at the sight of the child, inviting the poor boy to have his meal inside. He was about to leave right after eating when my mother hollered, “Wait!” and in her hands were a bottle of cold water and some old clothes of my father. She rummaged in her pocket and handed the teary-eyed boy a few coins. “Madam, thank you very much. Your daughter is so lucky to have you,” he said as he glanced at me and left. Mama closed the door and then walked towards me, as soon as she came near, she hugged me then whispered in her now soft voice: “You see that boy? I care for him. But my love and care for you is a million times more. Mothers will always love their children.” Indeed, mothers will not stop thinking and caring for their children even after they no longer seem to be wanted or needed.