TO MY GIRL

Nowadays Why are you not writing anything? Please write anything, my dear Zara. . . . . '

'please stop mom, I will write when I want to, why are you bothering me? Why I need to write, No one is willing to read it, even if I post somewhere no one is willing to cheer or support me, Now my mind is peaceful and happy!so I don't want to write! please leave me alone mom. . . . . ' suddenly someone called her 'Maam, this is your home, isn't it? Yes. . . yeah. . She suddenly wakes up and gets out of the taxi. It's been a year since mom died. She always thinks about mom and mom's words.

Zara's dad passed away when was she was 2 years old in an accident, so she doesn't have precious memories with him. But she never felt the absence of her dad, because her mom always give her more love and care. but Zara always gets annoyed and doesn't talk much with mom. Zara has great writing skills, so her mom would always say her to write but she gets angry because Zara always thought that mom is always controlling her even in writing.

She opened the door and took the bundle of her newly published book into her room. She took one from it and walked to her mom's room and kept it on the table which mom always use to sit and write at night. On the shelf, there were so many books kept in order. she randomly took a book among them, She felt a strange feeling. she opened it, there were written like these 

'To my girl,

I know that you write to make yourself free from your problems, but you never understand that how it makes others' mind peaceful, even I get inspired by your words. The most precious thing in this world is a smile, do you know that your words have that magical power to make others smile and heal their inner wounds. I am always waiting to read your words. . !I know that you loves to write, then just do what you love, its doesn't matter how many are there to read or support you. . . ! l will be always there to support you. Please be yourself, be the poet in you, Zara. . !!

With love your mom.

She turn the pages one by one, the book was filled with poems, stories, and words which she simply write in her school notes, even the one she threw in the dustbin. She can't believe her eyes that her mom wrote her every writings in it. She closed the book, and started to cry. . . 'Mom, I am sorry, I was so selfish. . ! But mom I didn't become a loser. . . she kissed her new book, which named "For My Mom".