Dear Ryan,
I hope you are happy now. You can have your evening coffee in peace. You no longer need to resolve any issues. Your coming days will be better.
I wish I had taken the decision long back. I thought, being with you till my last breath, was my responsibility. I thought you would need me in the journey of life. In fact, as I write this, I feel, actually I have not grown up. I am brought up in the generation where parents are believed to be the guide. But in this digital era, guidance too is available at the tip of one's finger. I don't know, but I had a feeling that you need me until now, when I write this.
Do you remember the days when you were sick? Let me remind you, in case, you had forgotten. You used to hug me tight and request me to run my fingers through your hair. You would ask me to prepare your favorite dishes. But now, you go for a relaxation session in the parlour and order your favorite food through different online apps. I understand, dear son, that now love and care can be ordered too.
Do you remember your favourite cake that I used to bake in your birthdays? I know it no longer suits your taste buds as dark forest and even the names I don't know, have outnumbered your mother's homebaked cakes.
Do you remember the vacations that your dad, you and I went to? We all used to go once together. But now I feel sorry when you fail to take your wife and your daughter for a vacation because of me. You neither want to include me, nor exclude me. And you end up sending your wife and daughter with your in-laws.
I now understood why your father insisted to live in a separate flat. He had foreseen things. He wanted me to understand that as our child grows up, we need to give them, their personal space. I wished I had not argued with him. Gone are the days, when everyone wants to live under the same roof. Privacy and separation are the call of today's living.
I think, I always wanted a comfort zone. So, I never thought of anything except you. But now, I have known things better in the last two years, after your father's death. And as I write this, I tell you, dear son, that from this moment I take the charge of my own life. I have thought of looking after your father's boutique. I have even booked a flat nearby. Today, I will be shifting there. I will visit you and your family at weekends. You and your family is also welcomed at my place. I wish you understood me and respect my decision.
I remain,
Yours loving mother.
