Life Became A Mess!

Tears rolled down my eyes when I remembered my mother being there for me. I wish she was here to tell these people that I am not mad. She always said, “I will be there for you at any cost.” But no one knew where she had disappeared 10 months ago.

I missed her so much that I started drawing to distract myself. A few minutes later, the doctor entered my room and started to stare at my drawing.

“Nice drawing,” she said 

“Hm, thanks,” I replied. With the way she spoke, asking me many questions, always reminded me of my mother. This made me feel that she wanted to help me somehow.

One day I told her the real story, that my mom was dead. When my father remarried another woman to take care of me, that didn’t happen. When my father died in a car accident, the woman, my step-mother, started being violent; once she grabbed me by my hair and slapped me across my face, made me use my clothes to clean the house. She always said, ” You don’t deserve to be my child.”

The doctor was shocked when she heard this. ”Come Pooja,” she said, took me out of the room and hugged me tight. Her hug filled my heart with warmth, and I never entered that room again.