All these years I was confined by the bond of motherhood, the moment this bond slipped out of my hands, I realize that it was, not just a bond but a relationship that I never chose but it had a composure that none of the other relations, that I choose would ever have, she helped me to see this world even when she did not know me, she carried me all the way with a smile on her face and pain in her eyes which hardly anyone noticed because they anticipated me not the pain she went through, she did things that she despised just to nourish me when I was within her just to be certain that I was fine, she cried when I sought to step out from the darkness to the world of light but when I opened my eyes, I saw her smiling at me forgetting the moments of pain, apprehensions and all that she had to undergo all this while, her face was glowing with contentment, she was no more a woman but my mother whom I knew now and I gave her a sense of creation, a sense of wholeness within herself as she attained motherhood.
