My mom, my heart

Awakened by the loudness of joyful singing and giggles, I was confused what special event had I forgotten again because it seemed like it is was I did best in my mom's eyes.She was frequently disappointed on how forgetful I would be when it came to the most precious moments that were supposed to be treasured by the both of us. I felt bad everytime I'd break my mom's heart because she was the only one who believed in every dream I had even the most silly goals, she never belittled any of my ideas neither did she thought any of my thoughts was ridiculous.

My mom and I had a very strong bond and most of my friends were low-key jealous of that. We shared a lot of moments together, I was comfortable to share everything with her, even when I had my first crush in the fourth grade, she wasn't really impressed but she did not want me to notice as she knew I would feel bad and would probably never share anything with her again. The relationship I had with my mom was far different from the relationships my friends had with theirs, I guess my mom did not want me to even feel a need of having a father in my life. I had never met my father since I was born and I was 11 years of age at that time. My friends would ask me about my dad or anyone from my dad's side of the family but I was truly clueless because everytime I even attempted to question anything regarding my father, my mom would be uncomfortable and I really did not like upsetting her because she was the only reason why I felt life was worth living. I had been curious since a young age I liked asking questions and my teachers were not always impressed because they did not always have the answers. If there was one thing I would kill to know about, was my father's whereabouts and how was their relationship with my mom but I had no other option but to keep wondering because I could see that there was no way my mom would ever say anything about the guy.

My mom would always compliment me on how handsome and well structured I was, not to forget being smart. I was so used to those kind of words because they were part of my life and I knew them by heart. My mom never disappointed when it came to complimenting me and each compliment she gave cultivated my love for her until I couldn't love her anymore than I already did. But why was she still in the house? it was 08:15 and she was supposed to have left the house an hour ago. I surely forgot something, but what was it? I heard her voice getting louder as she was approaching my room, she stared me with disbelief and that shook me the most. "Zack! you're still in bed at this time?" she yelled as I wondered if sleeping was now a crime? "You should have said if you got cold feet regarding your marks, I'd understand and fetch them on your behalf". I cannot believe I had forgotten about the day that I dreamt of for the whole year! I quickly got out of bed and went to prepare myself for the big day I had ahead. It was no doubt that I had made it to the seventh grade, the grade every primary learner fantasized being in.

Being a grade seven learner was pretty cool, you got to be in the highest grade than anyone in the school and all the younger kids in lower grades looked up to you. I had always dreamt of being a role model and now I was about to have my dream coming true. Although I previously heard that grade seven came with a great work load but I was prepared to balance my academics with Basketball. My life seemed complete with Basketball and the academic excellence except that my mom was never able to watch me play in the afternoons because her job as a domestic worker in the suburbs consumed all her time, no one's mom came to watch our practice, most people had their dads hype them in the field but I had to invite my mom over since I didn't have a father. It was in situations like this that I greatly felt the need of a father in life after all.