Unfolding reality.

How I have survived the past eleven year is beyond my imagination.I honestly surprise myself.
A moment I had a mother, a mentor and the most reliable person I ever knew.Then slowly, I watched her body grow weak and wasted.I prayed that she may regain her good health, but instead reality slapped me real hard.

A small girl I was, had just started adolescence and in constant battle field with the hormonal changes in my body alongside the mood swings that came in handy.I had to contain all that and take care of my sick mother.Another prayer I made that when I grow up, I would want to be a doctor but then again reality showed up.

I cried when I learnt of her death.I thought I will never survive without her.I am greatful for the past eleven years because REALITY has proofed me wrong.Whenever I want to cry,feel weak and lonely that my mother left me at a tender age, I remember that she left after making sure I was strong enough to sustain through all.