She was her mother. She brought him up with love and pride. She was proud of his son. But as soon as she grew old her son made her shift to the upper portion of his house like some old rusty things because he, his wife and his children were now sick of her sickness and sound of coughs. And they couldn't bear with her tantrums she throws on them because of her past trauma effects.

Now she was all alone on her own sad and silent looking at the sky with helplessness. Her lips got locked with silence. She never opens her mouth to speak up. Perhaps she wasn't expecting to be treated this way. How could his son who she spent on her whole life could do this to her? A maid used to come to clean her up and help her in her basic needs cause she was paralyzed to do so.

Her son sometimes used to come to her to ask about her health. But all she could give him is a silent helpless glance with a lot of questions. As if she was asking him are you blind? Can't you see how am I? Can't you see my misery? Is this the reward I was supposed to get for everything I did for you? Is this how a son should treat her mother? And with these questions in her heart one day she passed away. Today was the 3rd day of her death and her son was bragging about how much love he had for his mother.