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The Silent Sacrifice...!!!

“Why mom always does this? Why she always makes it harder for us?” wailed Adam, exploring the noodles with his fork like his answers were hidden somewhere in the plate.

Adam, son you know this is not true, she always loves us more than her life…” consoled David, Adam’s father.

No, she doesn’t and she never did, if she had ever loved me and you, she wouldn’t have done, what she did, that was mean, very mean, and I will never forgive her.” said Adam, brushing his tears away.

Son, I don’t know how to make you understand this. That decision…., son I know she loved you like anything, and nothing can ever change this, how could she imagine herself not being with you.”

No it’s all a lie, if she loves me ask her to come back, ask her to be with me, help me in my studies, and ask her to take her decision back, not possible right? I don’t know dad, and I even don’t want to understand a little bit of this crap, if she haven’t been so mean, she might be probably eating dinner with us. But now look, we are alone. And it’s all because of her and she will never be forgiven by me. Tomorrow when I will leave this city, I will leave all her memories behind…


David was startled by Adam’s reaction, Adam used to love her mother more than anything and now, all that love has taken the face of rage and hatred. He thought maybe it’s probably for the best, may be this will help him to forget her mother, as he himself was numb and devastated and was not in state to tackle his furious teenage son. He tried to straighten out the things for Adam on the way back home, but he inserted his earphones and completely ignored what his father was conceding.

Ooh Suzen what did you do?” murmured David to himself.


Although I can’t listen to them, but they are my son and my husband, I can tell their whole day story on their first knock at the door. I know I made some hard decisions in last few days and I even don’t expect them to forgive me. I just wish someday, they understand why I choose this.” said the lady to herself who was sitting in a parked car outside the diner watching the two men talking through the window.

I just wish they don’t hate me forever. No they can’t I know. My son could be angry but he can never hate me and my hubby, my love of life, who made me believe in myself, who loved me unconditionally till the end and yet never demanded anything in return. Still I had no choice. Tomorrow Adam is leaving this city forever and I don’t want to miss any single chance to have a glance of my son.”  Tears rolled down her eyes. “Please forgive me David; please forgive me for leaving you with this quagmire


The door unlocks.

“Dad I’m going upstairs, I need to pack my bag.”

“Okay son, good night. I’ll be sleeping here tonight.”

“Why? Why not in your room? ”

“No son, that room daunts me. It’s full of Suzen’s memories. I can’t, at-least not today.”

“Okay Dad, good night.”


Adam was proceeding toward his room, when his mother’s jewellery box attracted his attention. It was an antique musical jewellery box, that she loved a-lot. Adam touched it, and all his childhood reminiscences started dancing in front of his eyes. He put the box in its place and turned around.

He was amazed by seeing the state of the room. Things were on floor, shelf was open and everything was like some sort of storm had passed through the place.

He started arranging them, reliving the memory associated with every object and finally busted into tears. He took a paper and pen and wrote, Mom room is looking nice no? FYI I arranged the things not daddy, so all credit once again goes to me and if ever you come back and need your things, they are on exact place where they used to be. But still mom, I will never forgive you. Goodbye. ” and he placed that note on the dressing table.

David was lying restless on the couch. Trying hard to get a nap, but Suzen’s thoughts were playing hide and seek with him. It was her witticism, her caring and loving nature, her innocence and her peculiarity toward her choices and decisions which made him surrender his heart to that flawless beauty. He was thinking of the day he proposed her for marriage and her strange but sweet reaction, this bought a smile on his face which was suddenly followed by a tear rolled down his right eye.

Why you did this Suzen? Why?


That night Suzen came to visit her son for the last time, both of them were sleeping, so she tried not to wake any of them up. On the way to Adam’s room, she stopped by her and read the note that Adam wrote for her. She was feeling an intense pain and grief in her heart, her eyes wanted to shed blood, her misery was at its height. But somehow she collected herself and moved toward Adam’s room.

There he was lying, calm and relax. But he might be crying in his dreams, she thought. Soon her heart started aching when she noticed the dozens of medicines and cough syrups on Adam’s table. She sat near his head and avowed, “I’m really sorry my angel. I know I left you when you needed me most, but I had no choice son. Its only and only for your sake. Please forgive me.”


Car gates locked.

So is this your final decision?” asked David with a little hope in his voice.

Yes dad, I don’t want to stay here in this city, and you know the reason. I always wanted to study in the state university, the only reason I was not going was mom, but now…

After a long silence David said, “Okay son, whatever you want. I will give you some frequent visits.

Sure dad, I would love that.” And they both smiled at each other after a long poignant time.

Adam, I have to collect some papers from the hospital, and then we will drive directly to the station.”

Sure Dad, I will come with you.”


Knock at the door.

Dr. Hofstadter, may we come in.”

O David yes come in. O look little Adam is also here. How are you kid?”

How a kid whose mother pranked him with the ugliest joke supposed to be doctor?” replied Adam imprudently.

Adam I don’t understand?” asked Dr. Hofstadter in astonishment.

She betrayed both of us, she left us when we needed her, and I will never forgive her for this.”

O Suzen I am sorry for what I’m going to do, but they need to hear this.” Doctor handed over the documents to David and asked him to see them. There were some papers, some reports and a cheque worth $ 4K.

I don’t understand this doc, what is this?”

Suzen was in severe pain David, and you know that she can’t live longer, there was an only 10% chance that she could survive for 2 3 more years, but that pain would have never left her. Still she was trying her best to get through this only for both of you and she never let you both realise how miserable her situation was.”

The day she came to know that you had spent all your money that you had saved for Adam’s studies on her treatment, she broke. Her parent’s sent this money for her treatment but she wanted this to be used for her son’s future, not to be wasted in her never ending and hopeless surgeries.”

Adam she asked to remove the ventilator not for herself but for you my child, she was ready to suffer this pain as long as you were in front of her eyes, but she can’t see you with a wrecked future son. I promised her that this will be a secret but I can’t see you hating your mother. Don’t hate her dear. She lived for you and when died it was also for you.

Till now Adam was crying his heart out. Now he realised how wrong he was. “I’m sorry mom, I’m so sorry, please come back, I’m sorry.”



Outside the doctor’s room gate.

It’s Okay my son. Don’t cry, I will always love you and now my soul can rest in peace.”  Said Suzen with eyes filled with sparkling tears.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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  1. This is a soulful story from your pen. Looking forward to read more of this kind from you :)#

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