A Letter to a Proud Parent

A candle light could bring light to that dark room. And of course you are proud of your son. He is young. Fearless. Brave. He is educated. He is an achiever. A Champion. He Knows it all.

 Someone whom you can talk days about. Someone whom your relatives would wish to have one. Someone whom has been the role model for your sibling’s son. Someone whom every parent wants. Someone whom has just done it after all.

All your fears have flown away. That endless anxiety is over. That distress is over. Those sleepless nights are over. That fear for future is over. The fear when grades were down, are vanished. Fear on him became a myth for you.

He brought you tears of joy along with his report card. He brought you certificates that few would receive. He brought that medal of achievement. And he brought that trophy of accomplishment. He brought that black robe and hat of triumph.

You are a proud parent. You are satisfied. You could leave that breathe you held.

You know that, he would take the rest. You know that, he would walk alone.

You are a proud parent. You could shout out to the world. You could point that finger to another who is not. You could lift that chin up. You could walk with pride.

Because, you are proud of your son!

You would make the biggest applaud. You would shed all your tears.

But,

When he walks forward through the carpets of honor, towards the chamber of self-actualization.

Look at his face.

He smiles. Not from heart.

He looks back. He hears the sound of cheer. He sees the envy on faces. He sees the fake expressions.

He looks back. He sees no childhood he lived. He sees no memories to cherish. He sees no moments to ponder. He sees no true friends. He sees no faithful partner.

His joy does not exist. His pleasure does not exist. His desire does not exist.

He thrives to go back. He is late. Very Late. Way too Late.

He recalls his interests. He is far. Very far. Way too Far.

A lifetime sacrifice. Just to make you proud. To see that tears of joy. To see that sense of satisfaction. To see that moment of amusement. To take that breath you held.

A victim. Who lost his hope. His dream. His desire. His wish. His aspiration.

A victim of situation. A victim of circumstance.

He just lived his life, Just to make you proud. Just to make you proud!

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