I have my Mother

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I was in my junior secondary school when I happen to have a fight with one of my colleague over a chocolate. During the course of fighting, I threw a stone size of a cricket ball on his head, which resulted in bleeding. He was instantaneously referred to hospital and then was further referred to Thimphu Referral Hospital. The issue became much more serious when principal called my parents asking them to visit him instantly. Since, dad was on tour, mummy made her way to school. The room was no better than hell, surrounded by dozens of people yelling at me incessantly, with bamboo sticks on their hands, I was there, holding my heart that was in the verge of blasting. There I saw my mother, knocking door and asking for permission to step in. she was the same women I have been since birth but then at that moment I saw her like a God, Saviour coming my way to rescue me from those evils. Mummy as always was in her traditional dress with Rachu(scarf wore by women in Bhutan), with her head lowered down to earth and she spoke in a very low tune as if like she was the one who created that havoc. Seeing my mother in that situation my heart melted in pain but poor was I for I could not do anything then to shed my tears. On the other hand, those evils were shouting at her as if it was all her fault. Nevertheless, mother was being calm and was trying her best to mediate with them but her voice went into the deaf ears. 

The talk went on until the moment when principal said, “I am going to expel your son. I cannot take this anymore; he has always been a problem. You can take her home and need not have to send him to school from tomorrow”. When she heard this, she came near me instantly, started slapping me, and was yelling on me. My Saviour became my predator and turned to a tigress. She was shouting at me on top of her voice. I closed my eyes for I was feeling ashamed of my action but suddenly the principal and teachers came for my rescue and saved me from further beating. I was stunned at that moment. Principal asked me to wait outside and my mummy was there with them in the room talking. After around couple of minutes mummy comes out of the office, holds my hand and takes me home. I could see her tears still flowing, I could hear her pain in her voice, I could see the intensity of pain in her heart but I was afraid to speak anything for I knew it was all because of me. She didn't told me anything but I knew the depth of pain she was going through then, so I promised to myself with all my heart, no matter whatsoever happens in my life, I will never make her shed tears for me again, even if I was to die I will make her smile and then I will leave.

Ever since then, I have always tried to make her proud of me, I have made all my attempts to keep her smiling, and I promise I will die in making her happy. I love you so much mummy.