I was lucky to have them
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After a long time, we stepped out to take a long drive in car. This seem to be a movie scene but our family enjoyed this part so much. Music in the car, windows open and gentle wind touching your giggling cheeks and driving slowly to enjoy the beauty of dancing crops in field. The city is unlucky to enjoy the nature. So, we drove out.
My parents sat at front seats while me and my sister accompany them at their back seats. Rarely, our parents were in good mood to talk to each other but today, it looked different. Looking as if both had signed any truce.
I played the songs and swiping them as per demand. As we were heading back towards our house after an hour, we stop at the ice-cream parlor as per ritual. Owner knew our choices. He served it before our demand. The environment is very peaceful. Birds preening their wings and enjoying the weather.
We reach our home. I collected water bottle and Bluetooth speakers as we didn’t install music system in our car yet. Mom handed keys to my sister and they both headed to park the car.
We all own our mobile phones except my sister who needed to look faces when she wanted to use. So, she created an habit in herself of carrying my and mum’s phone in her hand to look stylish. Her tiny hands grabbed keys and two smartphones. Conspicuously, she tried to unlock the door. Door got unlocked but phone touched the hard surface which broke the glass. I, unaware with the situation directed myself inside and sat on sofa comfortably.
She ran to me and explained the situation. Being an elder sister, she expected me to take the blame of the situation but this would not hold water.
As per social norms, I presented the problem fearing that I would be punished when I didn’t anything. But surprise to me, when our parents just smiled and asked us to get it repaired before getting more damaged.
This was something, the history of our house and family never have experienced. They were quiet with no bandy words; no moral lectures just smile.
I grabbed all my senses and tried to place them at their order but they were still at sixes and sevens.
For over a month, I didn’t hear any abusive words nor pleadings. Everything was done before our demand. And my mum and dad showered special blessings to me.
On one hand, when I beg my mum to sleep with me so that ghost fear can reduce to some extent, she always refused me but now scenario had changed. Dad gifted me new book releases in every five days and mum took both of us and always sat nearby reminding us, how we grew up, how mischievous I was.
Ten days ago, when my parents were talking to relatives and friends as how to get divorce or be separated. Sun never set west but my family members were giving me shocks daily besides the headache I had for last year.
But a day came, when my whole room was decorated on my wish. A small chandelier at the ceiling. My laurels and certificates covering a wall and at a corner, my bed with blue curtains covering it. I was so lucky to had them but might be they weren’t. At 2:40, I took my last breath. I was suffering from Brain trauma which took me away from my parents but I was lucky to have them and be a reason of their unity.
I wished goodbye and was buried by my parents.