All Good Things Come to an End

I had been living my life to the fullest. But as it’s said “All Good Things Come to an End” 
I’d just completed 13 years of my life and was an adolescent. Mom and dad’s world wars always pissed me off. Having no sibling even made it worse. The most sensitive years of my life were handled with fight.
When I was 14 all I did was go to courts and listen to the judge’s decisions. And then finally that time arrived when they got separated from one soul to two different beings.  According to lawful decisions I was suppose to stay with mommy.
My dad use to visit me. But then he re-married and was happy with his new complete family. I always missed the way he use to tell me his childhood, the way he made me count my first footsteps and supported me in all circumstances.  I was 17 and my mom received a letter which said my dad had died in an accident.
I never gave much attention to my mom.  I constantly thought she was the reason of daddy going away from me. Every time she came up to me I use to walk away without looking at her. May a times she use to come to my school and I use to go and hang out with my friends not knowing that she was with me or something.
I then found my right match and I was very happy with my husband and my kids. I left her and never looked at her again in life. I didn’t know how my mom was? Was she dead or alive? I was least bothered about her. 
2 days ago it was mother’s day. My kids they gave me wonderful gifts and cards. My daughter asked me “Mom what did you gave your mom on Mother’s Day when you were 10” I was quiet I had no answer.
The next day my husband stopped the car at  my old house and said “I can’t see you ignoring her, somewhere inside you miss her a lot”. I was left stun. I had no answer. 
I quietly went inside. Rang the bell and I saw an old woman came out. She had a different allure on her face which appealed me. I asked her “I use to stay in this house and I thought my mom still stays here, but I guess she has moved from here. Sorry to trouble you ma'am” She prompted “Hey I can’t find my specks and I have a letter so it would be really nice if you read it for me” Well I could see the specks on her forehead  but then I saw the charm on that old woman’s  face so I happily helped her. She went inside and bought a piece of paper.  I started reading the letter 


Today is Mother’s Day and my daughter is not with me. She turned 30 this year and from past 10 years I've not seen her. I don’t know does she remember me or if she sees me will she recognize me. Her daughter will be 10 and her son will be 8. How time passes no one knows. But I wish I could tell her I was not the reason of her father’s death. Her father use to beat me.  All he wanted was my father’s money. But I saved it for my daughter. He use to adore my daughter. But when he found his family and got enough of riches he also forgot about my daughter. Today I would like to apologize to my daughter for embarrassing her in school and college. I never tried to understand her and groom her properly.  But now it’s too late and I guess she’ll never come back. But if I only could I would tell her that I love her a lot and always did and will always do.


After reading that letter, I looked up at that lady and realised she is the one who gave me birth, the one who held my hand in all ups and downs of my life and she is the one whom I betrayed. I busted into tears. I contrite her and stayed with her that day. 
The next day she woke up and said “Dear it’s time to count my breaths because I’m hardly left with them, before going I want to see you happy” She kissed me on my head and smiled at me I smiled back at her. She then slowly closed her eyes…