The Ninth Sense

I will never forget that morning…

“Mumma…its my first day of school…wont you walk me to the bus…”

I got up and apologized and walked her to the bus…dint even have a chocolate to give her…and i waved her bye…as the bus went away with her…..

Then i walked home…with tears streaming down my eyes….not for being a bad mother….BUT to see WHAT I HAVE BECOME. I cried for my daughters…who lost their mom… Raina… a raina I dont even recognize…or remember anymore..

I was always full of surprises…i think…i donno…but my girls say i dont do so many things i used to…

“Mumma …why cant you cook, we are hungry “….Mumma..you don’t play badminton with us….can we play a card game…why are you always tired…..

Raina would HAVE surprised her…

Today i am UNABLE to move …to do anything about me…..

i WANT to DO something…i have lost time…i know…but my girls need me!

(Day 3 of rTMS) i made this purse yesterday…my daughter was so delighted to see it….she loved it.