She never gave up on me

10:59:00 AM

I am not special and so is my story.

As every teenager, when I entered my teenage. It was all fun. But no rose is without thorns. It was all good to have roses but much more difficult was to suffer all the thorns.

I jumped a class so I am youngest in the class. When I was in 9th I was 12.

So unusually my teen life started in age of 12. Many things were new for me and I really enjoyed them. One of them is being a part of a co- head group. People basically feel that 9th is difficult then 10th. But we all never took it seriously.

1st day of 9th. It was simple opposite to what I had though and had wanted..

The people, I thought who will be able to befriend became my arch nemesis and vice versa.

Atibha, Aman the people I thought never can be my friends are now my best friends and Varsha, Chirag and Atul my enemies.

But in this all my mother was the one, at end who suffered.

Every little fight in school was a punishment for her. I treated her badly. Now when I recall those moments it’s like I treated her like a slave. I wanted her to be my slave. My relatives who were my priority at a time started irritating me and my friends became all for me. But in this all from all relatives, from grandparents, from family and from me she suffered. I inflicted pain on her. When I recall all this I think that if I would be at her place I would just send my daughter to a hostel or a boarding. I would rather prefer life without my daughter rather than living with her this but SHE NEVER GAVE UP ON ME.

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