Dear Mom,
This is a story of my teenage, or our teenage I should say because you have also relieved yours in mine. You were my superhero, before our fallout somewhere towards the end of it. When I started trusting my friends more than your pieces of advice and when your small restrictions to come home on time started feeling like interference. I fell in love, got my heart broken, and when nothing seemed to make sense, I vented my anger on you.
I made you wait by the phone late nights when I was out with friends and didn’t call you for days when I went to another city. I looked for perseverance, care and unfettered faith on me from the girls I loved, but never valued you who was an embodiment of all these and many more.
And now when I meet you after months and sometimes years, I see old age setting on you. I see how your skin has become more wrinkled and your hand, little trembling. I see myself in you, waiting so long for someone who didn’t care. And it breaks my heart a thousand pieces to realize that I am that person.
So here I am, to ask you if we can go back to those old days where my only love was you. Unblemished, pristine and true. So here I am, to ask you, without wasting much time ….
Will you be my Valentine?
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