Faith in you
When you were a kid, your mom used to ask you “Tell me what did you do in school today? and you would start telling every little thing that happened to you that day. You used to feel happy sharing every piece of your life to her. You would not feel afraid or shy to tell even the stupidest thing you have had done. The joy of sharing your life with your mom was priceless. Your mom too loved to hear from you.
Now, you have grown old. You are matured enough to take decisions on your own. You are wise enough to decide what is right and what is wrong. Everything has changed. Your life is no more the same. You live it your way. You have your own experiences in your pocket. You earn money and are a responsible person. Your mom is a proud woman. She has more trust in you rather than anything else. She would thank God for blessing her with a child like you. Her world revolves around you. You are being away from home, makes her worry a little more about you. She would wait to hear from you till the evening. She would do that every day. She still loves to hear from you. Today, realizing how busy and stressful life you have, your mom asks “Tell me, how are you? What did you do today?”
“I’m okay, routine stuff, nothing more” you say and hung up.
The guilt of not being able to tell everything takes over you and a tear rolls slowly down from your eye. You know you have done lots of things other than routine since last day.
You had a huge argument with your girlfriend/boyfriend last night about which your mom is unaware of. Your mom doesn’t even know that you are in love with someone since last two years.
You being upset had smoke three cigarettes back to back. Your mom doesn’t even know that you smoke since you left the home and came here for your studies and job.
You are depressed and sad and have pain in your heart. You want to forget worries and not to think about anything. Today, you have brought two bottles of Vodka. You have planned to drink in the darkness of night. Your mom doesn’t even know that you consume alcohol since when your room partners had made you take just one sip one and half years before.
This is not the first time you intentionally hide everything from your mom. You know this has become the routine for you. You comfort yourself saying that you are not lying to her; you are just not sharing your life with her anymore. However, your inner voice contradicts and yells at you that you are liar, a big liar. You are coward. You are an afraid soul, tying to hide every piece of your life from her.
Your mom back at home, far away from you… to your dad
“He is doing well. He works for hours every day so gets tired. Please you leave him alone. I know him/her better than anyone else. He cannot live without telling me everything in his life. He tells me everything.”