Childhood

My father was a banker in Newyork. My mother was a housewife who was also a social bug. She was originally from Germany. Earlier, My parents were family friends. And that's how they got married.

You have often heard the terms 'Papa's Princess' and 'Mama's Boy'. It is the story of each home.

It was the story of my home. I was a Mama's Boy. She was always defending me even when there is no need. If someone would ask me the definition of love, I would surely be uttering my Mother's name. I always adore how she raised us, and how she worked for us the whole day, cooking, baking, cleaning and doing other chores. At weekends she always managed to spare some time for herself by attending kitty parties and sometimes, going out shopping with her friends. But she never ignored us. I had a lot to say about my mother. But my thoughts about my father were very basic. He was just a man in authority. I had to look upon him in my time of need because he was working hard for us and that's his job. Everyone does the same. I had never felt a special affection for him. Or I can say that I had never valued him till the day of my graduation.

I was very happy that I have completed high school. It was my graduation day. My mother was right there to celebrate my day. She was always there. But my father, was not there, just like he had skipped many special events of my life. He had to go for his duty. The ridiculous 9 to 5 job. I hate that. A job that had the same time as my school. Due to this, he always missed celebrating my success, the prize-giving ceremonies; my performances on the annual days. He never came. But the strange thing was that the same was the case with Ashley. But she never minded? "Why she always adores him and loves him like he is the only loveable man on this Earth?" I often asked myself.

"All daughters do the same because they know they will have to leave their parents one day." I used to give myself that kind of justification.

After my graduation day ceremony, My mom had a call on our way home.

"No!" she cried as if she were not in her senses.

"Driver! turn the car towards the Central Hospital. Hurry up!" she was shouting at the cab driver.

"Relax mom! what happened? Who was on the phone?" I was having goosebumps with a chill of fear.

"Some robbers were in the bank. They shot your father." she burst out in tears. I was just unable to figure out whatever was happening.

"We are sorry Ma'am! He is no more." A doctor declared when we reached the hospital emergency ward. My mom was crying and fainting. And I was blank. I could see a nurse trying to calm her down, but I was unable to hear the voices. it felt like I had lost my sense of hearing, the sense of understanding, the sense of responding. The world had now been upside down. And I was surely not ready for this side of life.