Sometimes people tell you things. They don’t necessarily say it aloud. But their words are hidden in their actions, their smiles, their grimaces. Sometimes you need to ‘look’ real close to ‘hear’ what they mean. It might be a slight frown or a deep sigh. It might be hidden in their laughter or it might be speaking out from their silences.
Every day in my life, people speak to me in these silent monologues. Do I listen? Some times. Yet other times, I misunderstand the signs.
So I want to mention some of the people in my life and let them know that when they act the way they do, I understand. And I accept.
Mummy, you scolded me and spanked me when I was younger. You said ‘NO’ when I pleaded for a ‘YES’. But now I hear your unspoken words. Each scolding, each spank resounded with ‘Daughter, I will never judge, but I only want you to get better’.
Mummy, I am a big girl now. I have a child of my own. And yet you still ask me a thousand questions “Did I eat right? Am I tired? Is my job fine? Why am I coughing?”. And in your questions, I discover an ageless truth ‘Daughter, you will always be my little girl and I care’.
Mummy, sometimes you are forgetful. You enter a room wondering why you came inside. You fall asleep in front of the TV. Your memory and body fail you. But when it comes to me, you never forget. You remember every sickness, joy and pain in my life. You can spend a thousand nights awake for me when I am sick. And in the stillness of nights long ago and with memories of your pale face hovering over my feverish one, I heard when you said ‘Daughter, I love you’.
Mummy, when you read this, you will narrow your eyes trying to see the words, until Daddy gets you your glasses. You will ask Daddy to read it aloud for you. And when he does, you will ask him to explain. And when he does explain, you’ll tell him you know English and can make out what it means by yourself, thank you very much. And in all this exchange, you will not once mention how happy you are. But Mummy, I hear you say ‘Daughter, I am proud of you’.
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