Don't Call Me Abandoned : A mother's Perspective
Prachi* closed her eyes, this was probably the 25th forward/post she had read in the last few days about a child’s “duty” towards its ageing parents. The usual lines about how parents gave up everything for you, the usual story lines about how the child, now an adult, realises how wrong he was to commit his mother/father to an old age home, the usual pulling at heartstrings; a guilt trip almost guaranteed. As she was putting her thoughts together, “Surprise” a familiar voice whispered into her ear as the most amazing arms in the world engulfed her. Tushar her son kissed the top of her head and Prachi beamed with joy at this unexpected visit. As they caught up on Tushar’s unexpected visit from abroad, he explained how he’d flown down for a few meetings and luckily they happened to be in the same city as her. He had moved some things around so was also able to take the day off. Excitedly, they made plans for the rest of the day and spent it going to some of their favourite places w...