Mama,she says,starts singing the 'waving flag' as if the world cup fever just got started. Tears sting my eyes, it flows unchecked, she continues singing. My eyes are red and she looks up innocently and askes me, "mama, why are you crying?" I shed more tears. "Don't cry.When you reach back home, you won't recognise me." she raises herself on her toes to tell me that she will be taller than she is now.I laugh.
My daughter, my angel who taught me to laugh in the saddest hour and who made me shed tears in the most happiest hour. Since the time I concieved her, I made a understanding with the heavens above that my death will be put on hold till the time I see her fully settled in life. I would write letters to her, telling about the progress we made each month of our togetherness.
My days were never the same after she came in my world. I found reasons to live life in a different way. My nights would be filled with songs she made me sing. Now looking at her, through the monitor, I see our roles has reversed, she sings now and I listen. When I shed tears, she consoles me; when I am down, she plays the clown so that I can laugh.
How much time has elapsed since I craddled her in the nook of my arms; how her rosy innocence is blooming into the sweet essence of girlish charm. How I long to look up to catch her eyes and feel her hug me with gentle care. How I long to run after her in the meadow of dreams where winds carry the messages of love to the heavens above.
Dear daughter, what do I write to tell you how much your mama misses you.
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