My Angel

Like every other girl stupid in love, I was one too. Like every other girl I suffered a heart break. Like every other girl, there I was crying my eyes out for the guy who did not look back at me once. There I was feeling incompetent and thinking of ways to end my life. Pondering on how reckless I had been. How I had given my heart and soul to him. How stupid I was to let myself be so vulnerable. To be torn apart like this. Was this what my mom had always taught me? And then, there it was, the spark I had been looking for. There she was, her face just popped right in my mind. Just the look at her face forced me to leave the solitude of my room and the need to just be with her pushed me up on my feet. That was the moment when I knew that everything was going to be all right. I wiped off my tears fiercely and went to find her.


As I entered her room, like every other day she was perfecting her already perfectly adorned room, an innate habit that she had. When I got into the room, she just gazed at me and she knew. That was the art that my mom had perfected, reading my face. I never had to tell her anything. She always knew what the happiness behind my smiles and the devastation behind my tears was. She just always knew.


She reached out to me and held me close to her, kissing my forehead. She needed no words to comfort me, just her presence was enough to calm my fears. I looked at her with helpless tearful eyes and that is the moment when I saw it. The glow bouncing off of her face. At that particular moment I realized, that she was My Angel. There was nothing in this whole wide world that would be more important to me than my mother. She is the one person, who has always been with me through my up's and down's. Through my failures and my success. No matter what the time, there she was at my beck and call, beside me, supporting me, urging me forward, and I felt stupid for even having the thought of killing myself in my mind. I cursed myself inwardly thinking about what that could have done to her. How I would have betrayed her trust by doing precisely the thing that she had made me strong enough to avoid by making me look for the little happy memories that keep you going even through the darkest times, to see that little shred of silver lining.


There I lay with my head on her lap, feeling secure, comforted and most importantly determined and strong. This was what she is, she is my strength, my support system, my best friend. She is My Angel and there is no fact that could change it. She is my silver lining. She keeps me going. She is my teacher, guide and mentor and will be throughout my life. She knows me inside out. And I will be hers, forever.


PS: This situation is fictional but it is dedicated to my mom. :) 
It's absolutely right to say that God can't be everywhere and that is the sole reason he created mothers. :)


Thank you for reading this! Stay Happy! Stay light! :)