Story5 "Oh, Mom, what should I do?

I'm Nina, a sixteen-year-old girl. My mother's friend committed suicide yesterday. I read in today's newspaper. We were neighbors until last year. My mom's friend was the most beautiful woman in town.

  
It is raining outside, and my mom has gone to attend her funeral. Such rain always comes with a feeling of sorrow beyond words! But today, by flapping her shiny wings, the rain is taking me toward some unknown world, and I am searching for something unbelievable. This rain is filling my mind with strange feelings.

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My mother had told me the meaning of death whan I was twelve but I suddenly fell asleep while watching a movie and forgot everything. I woke up later when my arrived. My mother is fond of writing poetry. She also likes the rainy season. Maybe that's why she named me Nina.

My mother used to tell me stories of rain. Today, my name felt more meaningful because my tears were not stopping. I never felt that only my mother and I lived in this house. What is that thing in this world that hits our mind and has no feeling about it?

I am feeling sorry as if her friend has cheated on us. My mom is too angry, or maybe she is too sorry about her suicide. How did this beautiful woman ignite the fire and turn herself into a heap of ashes and pieces of bone? Now she is not in this world, but I don't want to believe this.

I remember my mother and aunt used to talk to each other. I used to stand close to them and hear their discussion. At times my aunt cred, but my mother always tried to solace her.

My mother was not as beautiful as my aunt. I always thought her eyes, ears, and lips were all created by a craftsman in a subtle and perfect style. My mother's form was comparatively straight and flat.

But my aunt was always like a glass jar filled to the top with pure honey, full of life. But was her beauty ostentatious?

My mother lost my father in an accident only two years after marriage. People believe that she did not remarry because of me.

But my mom always said, "Let me tell you, it's not. I did not remarry for any special reasons. I did not marry because I did not find anyone like Nina's father. If I had met one bewildering man like him, I would have definitely married again. But I know I would never meet one like him.

I saw my mother's eyes full of tears while saying that. My aunt said, "You are lucky you were married to such a loyal and nice man; that's why you can say that. But most people in this world remain deprived of that good fortune.

Even then, my mother would say in a soft tone, "Your tears are not beautiful at all. Your face is so beautiful. I feel you can never buy love by force."

According to me, there is only one law in the matter of affection, to be worthy of it. Embrace this truth. Be patient, and then you will automatically see your true destination.

No, sis, she used to say, "There are always two types of people in the world of affection. The ones that are born to give affection and the others that are born only to get affection. All the suffering will go to the first type of people." Then she would try to laugh aloud to hide her sorrow.

She then turned towards me and said, "Nina, I envy you. You are born only to get love."

I asked mischievously, "How do you know?" She said nothing but kissed my forehead.

Once, when I went to the cinema with my mom and aunt, I saw my aunt's husband and a strange woman sitting together. I realized that he did not expect to see us in that cinema hall. It was a working day—a Monday. Actually, my mother had heard that it was a great film, so she came early from her office to watch it with me and my aunt. We had to go to our seats by crossing them.

My aunt was standing there as if a thunderbolt had struck her. My mother slowly forced her to move forward. Her husband's eyes were fixed on the screen. He pretended to be careless as if she did not see us. The reason for the man's immediate silence was unknown. Perhaps the girl knew my aunt, so she started looking around.

At the end of the movie, my aunt was crying, and hiding her face behind her handkerchief. I thought, I will become like my mother.

I didn't feel sympathy, but I felt hatred for her husband. I felt good about my father because he loved my mother. He had written in golden script in my mother's mind. There is only one law in the world of affection: to be worthy of it.

The rain was now over. I didn't move near the window. My mother came to the door and called me, "Come, get ready after drinking coffee. Today we have to go to the bookshop."

I was really so confused. As she always gave the best suggestion I wanted to ask my mother, "What should I do if I ever find myself in my aunt's situation? Should I also commit suicide like her or kick him out of my life?

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