The Duality of Motherhood
Contest by Suzette Richards
I was a most unfortunate child deprived of mother’s care and affection. Her deliberate discrimination regarding my food, dress, daily needs in comparison to my other siblings pricked me, hurt me, insulted me. Bonus points were also added to my credit through her crescent comments. All these left ugly scars to hurt, scratching a child’s tender heart. Every day I had to feel how much unwanted I was. I remember, I was twelve then. On an occasion, school closed early by three hours. I went to my friend’s house to play carrom. On excitement of game I was not aware of time When my senses reacted, it was already dark at evening. I rushed home to find my Mom waiting at the gate. She didn’t inquire about the delay, but just slapped me forcibly. This type of abuse was expected by me. But surprisingly Mom suddenly burst into tears : She repeatedly went on saying ‘Why are you so late? I am worried..worried…worried It seemed as if I lost my child.’ That moment I achieved a beautiful scar on my heart First and only expression of my Mom’s love ! That precious memory still I cherish.
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