It was summer of 1986 when we hitted by flu way back home. All of my sisters including me had high fever. Our dear mother was the one who took care of us round the clock during that time, giving us cold sponge and medicine every four hours until the fever subsided. It was the last time I remembered that I felt the caring of my mom to us. After summer I went to school located two towns away from ours and only during weekends that I can able to go home. Few weeks after the school begins my mom died in an accident… she was only 39 years old. It was very tragic for us and the rest of our family. It was very difficult for us to accept that in her very young age she passed away. As many years passed the memory of our mother still remains but if I think of it now, it was so vague that I want to turn the clock to felt her presence. Today is her birthday…her 62nd birthday. Neither my imagination can filled up her absence. Happy birthday Ma and I hope you’re happy wherever you are.
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