kept this in your shelf?" I asked my mother almost numb with
shock as she pulled out the old wrinkled yellow paper carefully.
the reason for my shock was obvious. The shelf was the place, where
my mom said that she kept important things – though she never told
me what was inside it. She said she would tell me only when I earned
my first month's salary and not a day before.
genuinely thought until now that, she kept all the important and
boring documents in the shelf – the boring documents that other
adults generally kept safe.
trembling hands, I took the almost crumpled paper with the words
"Thank you" scribbled on it. The pencil writing was a
childish scrawl and now almost invisible.
I could see the words clearly. Almost as clearly as I could visualize
the day I got the note.
else would I keep this, darling?" My mother asked me gently as
she pushed aside a strand of hair on my forehead.
is just..." I took a deep breath to control myself. "It is
just a piece of paper, mom," I said taking a deep breath. "You
don't even know what this means."
mother laughed. "You really think I do not know who wrote that?"
She asked me with her twinkling eyes.
looked confused as my mother smiled. "At the age of ten, my
daughter fought with a teacher for her friend, because my daughter
believed her friend was right and that the teacher was wrong,"
My mother told me looking at me with a beautiful smile. "And my
daughter even convinced the teacher that she was right." My
mother shook her head looking at the paper.
I just could not say anything more than that. I was slightly
horrified to find that I was feeling slightly mushy eyes. God,
this was getting embarrassing....
mother held up the paper carefully looking at me with genuine pride.
"And that is what she got in return." Mom shook her head.
"This paper should not be thrown out. It deserves to be framed."
My mom looked at me slightly sheepishly. "I think you would have
found it embarrassing. So I did the next best thing. I kept the paper
safe with all the other things I found important in my life."
honestly could not talk as I hugged my mom tightly.
My mom told me quietly. "And I am always going to keep this. I
am keeping this so that I never forget that my daughter is never
afraid to do the right thing. And that, my daughter does not mind
fighting against whoever it is on the other side," Mom said with
pride. "And I am also keeping it, so that I can show this paper
to her, in case, she ever forgets that!"