Streaks of Rainbow

Don’t get me wrong. My living moments weren’t always a miserable existence.

I fell ill one time and she surprised me with a Ken to accompany my Barbie.

I had appendicitis when I was 8. She was out of town for the weekend and came home to find my bed empty. She forced Papa to rush her to the hospital in the wee hours and I woke up to gentle sobs by my bedside. She lifted up and showed my new pink dress – her fingers trailing the ribbon of flowers. Needless to say that she never left my side for the whole time I was hospitalised.

When I was away at uni, I’d receive parcels from home every now and then. In them I would find everything I asked needed, everything I wanted, everything I wished for, and more. She even forced in half-dozen Milo kotak, which I’d savour at a snail's pace so as to make it last till the next parcel gets in.

Once, I took a trip with my dad for over 10 days. She greeted us at the airport with such delight that could only portray how much I was missed. Funnily enough, I remember how I missed her too.

Now do you see? Do you see why I refuse to believe the hurtful words that came my way? Such is the display of her love.