“I don’t want to do anything with you. Please go away.“ The elderly lady was standing at the door, between her daughter and the house; between her daughter’s tears and smile.
“Mom, I know you are upset. I know that what I have done has become the cause of your hurt. But think about it. We didn’t have a life anymore; not with the earnings you brought home. We were simply surviving on the fringe between life and death.“ The young lady was desperate to make a point.
“But we had happiness, we had honor and we were… or should I say I was proud of the way we lived. Now can you bring them back to this life? Was I so bad a mother that I couldn’t even inculcate half the moral values that I had, to my child? We lacked money, I accept… no what am I saying – I lack money. I don’t have what you have now the wealth or reputation; but you lost the very basic thing a woman needs – Pride!”
“I can get you everything mom; whatever you desire. I can take away the pain from you laborious life. You are the only reason why I got into this; please don’t let me away from you.“
Her face masked in powder and other make-up was being slowly ruined by the streak of black mascara running down her cheeks.
“You know what keeps a relation alive? It’s not the name we give to it nor is it the blood; it just runs on a thin line of trust and commitment to one another. You moved away from me long ago… no… no I just lost you on the way“
The lady stared into her daughter’s face for some sort of final explanation. The girl knew she had no words to answer the look in her mom’s face and made a movement as if to hug her, to soothe her mom; to give it one last try.
The door was slammed on her face.