Fire and Joy

And then it was all but a sudden silence. He had crossed the boundary-less verdant field and was running down the long stairs that rose high into the sky when he realized that the voice was not following him anymore. He turned around and looked to the top, into the heavens he felt; his eyes narrowed from the attack of powerful sunrays glaring back at him. He started ascending the stairs calling out for her but there were no answers, no hushes and no heaving breathes. He panicked and started running with strength more than his physical body possessed while screaming, “Maah-mee!”

Dear Mother…

But don’t mistake this letter as a gratitude; this is an apology. My dear dear mother, I am sorry - from the core, from the depths of chasm, from whatever deep there is out there- for whatever you did and had to do for me. Very few people can see my eyes swollen- not with joy and pride- but with pain and regret whenever I talk about you. I wish I could take it all back and fix all the broken pieces.