To mothers, everywhere
I remember the sixteen year old girl, who would get back from school half an hour earlier than her mom. Her mom, being a Maths teacher for 11th and 12th in the boys' counterpart of her school, would take time to wrap things up after classes, while she returned earlier in the school van with her friends. Half an hour, she would have to make herself comfortable, change out of her uniform, make tea for herself and coffee for her mom and sit together. But never did that happen. Half an hour later, her mom would come tired from her long day at the school, yet always entering with a "Good evening". "Good evening! Amma, Tea!", the daughter would reply. Settling her things on the dining table, the mother would go to the kitchen and look at the mountain of vessels that had been kept for drying. Exasperated, she would look at her daughter, "Did you not do anything till I came?" While her mom dug the milk cooker out of the mountain, the daughter would happily p...