I Iove My Parents Hi! I am Rachna and I am 13 years old. I love my parents. I think that God blessed me when he gave me such nice parents. I would like to talk about my father first. I love my father. My father has got me whatever I asked for. He has taken care of me, my sister and my mother. He has got me admitted in a good school. Once, I wanted a costly toy. My father was not ready to buy the toy at first. But then he did not want to disappoint me. So somehow, he arranged for the money and purchased the toy. Now, let me talk about my mother. I love my mother also. I feel that God sent me to the arms of an angel whose arms are always open when I need a hug; whose heart always understands when I need a friend. An angel whose eyes are stern, when I need a lesson; whose strength and love guides me and gives me wings that enables me to fly. I am most fortunate to call this angel my mother. As I mentioned, I love my mother for her strength. She never gives up or cries. But on the day we received the news that my father was no more, she broke down. The loss was great for us sisters but it was greatest for my mother. The whole burden of the family fell on her. I too felt like crying but I controlled my tears for the time being. I had earlier said that “I love my father” and not “I loved my father”. This was not a grammatical mistake but I have used it deliberately. People die but the love you have for them never dies. In the same way, although my father is no more, I still love him. In this hour of trial, I asked myself “how can I best show my love for my father? What would have made him happy? How could I show the love I have for my mother?” I knew the answer in a moment. I gently slid my arms around my mother’s neck, placed my head on her shoulders and hugged her. I said “Don’t worry mother, I am there for you”. I knew that being strong at this hour of trial was the only way I could show my love for my parents. But then I could no longer hold back my tears. My tears rolled ceaselessly, drenching my mother’s shoulder. My younger sister was watching us unable to comprehend the situation. Three years have passed. Myself and my sister now live with my maternal grandparents. My mother now works in a nearby city and she visits us once a week. My grandparents take good care of me and they love me a lot. I go to school regularly and have some friends. I am happy. But I still love my parents.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 07:10:42 +0000