Sometime life does not turn out to be the way we want but
somehow we hope that someday it will be alright. We hope that someday we will be
able to see the light flickering at the end of the tunnel. But if not we can always dream about it and
somehow it get fulfilled in some way.
As I got back home, I saw my mother weaving in the living
room like always. Father was talking about his work to mother. I looked at them
alarmed, giving them a confused look. It has been years since they got
separated. There was calm expression on mother’s face as if everything was okey. Father
grinned at me and said that they got back together. I know I am not a kid anymore; matured enough
to take my own responsibilities. I do know how to take care of myself and the
people around me. But sometime I wish to see my parents together. I am still their
child no matter how old I get. During their separation I could not grieve
openly also. I thought their separation was best for them. If they don’t find
happiness in each other’s company anymore, why should they sacrifice their life
for kids? But deep down I knew that
things would never be same and as expected it was not same. I miss to see my parents together. Somehow I felt
happy to see them together finally and I felt like god answered my prayer
eventually. I had a soothing beautiful feeling.
When sun rose up in the morning I realized that it was just
a dream, a beautiful one. I thought about it and knew that they will never be
together again. They are happy somehow in their own life now. But at least my
wish to see them together was finally granted; be it in a dream.
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