LOVE and ATTACHMENT

in #hive-1657572 years ago

A long time ago, while my mum was still alive, we lived in a town close to my village. My Dad worked in a different state and only visited once a year.

My mum was a government school teacher and a domestic farmer as well.
My Dad is a building engineer and always sent us pocket money according to our age. That is, my elder brother who happens to be the first child got the highest amount while the last born got the least.

My siblings and I often look forward to the pocket money that came 3 to 4 times a year.

We planned and fantasised on what we would spend our share on before the money even comes.
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One of those times, the pocket money came. My dad sent it to my mum’s account but instead of distributing the money as usual, she decided to hold onto it.

We were so unhappy and kept telling her to give us our money so we could spend it on the snacks of our dreams🤣

Eventually, my mum promised us that she would buy something nice for us with our pocket money. Of course we didn't accept. We all just wanted to be able to buy what we want ourselves which at the time was different variety of biscuits... Lol.

Nevertheless, my mum went to the market and bought jackets of varying colours for the four of us.

I came back from school one day and my siblings called to show me what my mum bought for us.

I was so furious. My siblings and especially me, felt so cheated.

I remember making a statement that, my mum didn't even buy a manageable quality but the least of all!
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I vowed that I would never wear that jacket.

Few years later, my mum translated.
It was a really painful experience. I wanted nothing more than to see her at least one more time.

I found the jacket that she bought several years before, the one I claimed that it was the least of quality jackets.

This jacket became priceless. It became the most valuable thing in the whole world to me. It's been almost 15 years since I've had this jacket, it looks all worn out now but I can't seem to let it go. Why?
Because it reminds me so much of my mum and her unconditional love for us.
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Her translation made me so attached to things she bought or things she owned. I just can't bring myself to throw them away.

It's weird how we tend to appreciate people most when they're no longer with us.

So, what do you guys think??

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MY sister, I missed my mum so much like you. But what can we do? God loves them more than we do.
Sorry for your lost.

Yeah God does.. Thanks so much!