They told me she might not recognise me but she did without a doubt she knew exactly who I was and what I meant to her. How wouldn’t she, She raised me thought me the values that I know today she thought me difference between right and wrong. She was there when I took my first steps and when I played my first pranks.
The surprising thing is she always told everyone how innocent I was and what a clean heart I had she did the same today. However among all my cousins I am probably the most fucked up one how can I be innocent? But no doubt it always makes me feel really special. Even in the “bed rest” condition as I entered the first order from her to everyone there was to get me food to eat. I have always been treated specially by her and I don’t know why.
I am her only child who doesn’t visit her as often and I know that’s not such a good thing but its true. I can’t stand family or the rules and regulations they fallow. When they talk about their beliefs it pisses the fuck out of me. Anyway it was such a pleasure to meet her I know the amount of shit I get away with in my life purely because of luck I know its all because of her prayers and blessings.
Yes there is a part of me that believes in them. She is my fortune of good luck and will always be. I know I wouldn’t be half the man I was without her upbringing. As a kid my parents were never around with my dad in Dubai and mom at work she has raised me. In return I have given her nothing not that she wants or needs anything from me. But I know someday when I make something out of myself she will be so proud no matter where she is. I will never forget the moments we have shared they are tucked away in the back of my mind they prevent me from losing the righteous path.