9 He Is My Religion

"Ha Na you know that you can share anything with me right? Remember I am your biggest supporter baby and always will be" , she stroked my shoulder

"ye..s mum" my voice cracked.

I am in a dilemma, whether i should tell her the truth or hide the truth and keep making lies forever.

I don't think there is any point in concealing the truth anymore, as she has already suspected it , I should stop lying and just reveal the secret.

"Mum actually.. I didn't mean to.." , i looked downwards.

My mum held my hands in her hand and said "I am not blaming you sweetheart, you are already going through a lot, I just want to share your sorrows"

I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of love mum is giving me.

"Mum yeah I didn't have anyone even in my elementary school and middle school, those days were nightmare just like my high school days"

Mum closed her teary eyes, as i continued

"they used to beat me for no reason in elementary school , but middle school was just the worst because not only students even teachers used to mock me down"

"I had the capability to fight back with them just like I have in high school but I never fought with them , as they had teacher's support. My protest would be of no use"

"Dear why did you lie to me then?" she finally opened her brown eyes and I can see there is regret, sorrow, and fury embedded in it.

"I did not want to make you worry, I don't want to be a burden on you instead I want to be an ally of yours"

"You never were and never will be a burden for me, I live for you remember, you're the brightest star in my constellation... Don't ever think like that" her voice cracked and i can feel pain in her voice.

We were quiet for few minutes then mum said "So you never had any best friend in the first place, about whom I used to ask a lot and all the time you used to avoid that question"

"yes haha" then we both giggled

"Mum but how did you came to know about my lies" I asked curiously and anyone can tell there is a rush in my voice.

"I always had a doubt , as you never brought your so called friends to our house not even you used to go out and hang out with friends and how lonely you looked all the time"

Then mum kept her palm over my hands.

"Baby I'm your mom, i am the one who made you ,who foster you. I can even hear untold words from you" She particularly emphasized mom.

I nodded in agreement.

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Today is Sunday that's why I am so happy as i won't have to socialize, it's not like i am an introvert but only if I had any friend.

I asked the doctor about mum's discharge and he responded today in the evening we can leave.But she's still weak so she can't work as much as she used to for now. So in order to help her a bit, financially I'll look for a part time job I asked her about this for permission and she smiled and said "My little girl is a big girl now, of course she can, but remember to take care of yourself"

I smiled back and nodded.

We were in our mother-daughter zone which was disturbed by a knock on the door.

"You can come in" I shouted wondering who could it be.

My eyes widened on his appearance, a tall solid figure wearing expensive lace up black ankle boots, black trousers which fits him so well and tucked in white shirt in which top two buttons are left undone deliberately which reveals his firm muscular chest. His rolled up sleeves extend his enchantment. His expensive Piaget watch caught my eyes along with the hand carrying a basket full of fruits.

He looks stunning and I can never get enough of him.

This type of beauty should not loiter around here, this piece of art deserves to be worshipped. I can tell one thing for sure

"He is my religion"