Hey.

I hope you all are doing great and are safe. This chapter is something that needed to come out for so long. Here we go.

Anyways, my mother has been a cleanliness freak for as long as I can remember. I remember people coming over to our house and always complimenting how my mom keeps it super neat and clean always. As a kid, I saw the beautiful picture, but never saw what goes on behind the scenes. She never let us, honestly. She would be a silent machine, cleaning, sorting, arranging our home as well as our lives.

Lately, my mother's health has been deteriorating. Nothing serious, I hope. But it's a lot. Diabetes, high blood pressure, thyroid, frequent headaches and gastric issues. She'd say to me often that whenever I'd find our house unclean, it'll be a sign that she is sick. Well, I do notice now. It's not that my house is in complete disarray but I do find our dirty laundry lurking a little longer than it used to, our bathroom tiles not being cleaned weekly as she used to and a lot other little things.

This just put me into perspective. I notice her faltering now. I notice how my super mom is now a little slow, a little weak, a little sick and a little tired. It scares me sometimes but it also makes me wanna push myself to make things easier for her.

Now, I can't cook three courses meals entirely by myself or clean everything or just do all her stuff. But I'm making it a point to help her in my little ways. It makes her happy. I think that makes up for everything else.

I also noticed something that never crossed my mind because it was so normal - in our family, it's normal for my father to help my mother in household chores and cooking. I've grown up to my father often rolling out rotis as my mother cooks them in the kitchen, talking in that little space. As I grew up, I saw so many of my aunts complain how their husbands never ever help them. I'm forever grateful to my parents for showing me such a healthy family.

It's not a woman's OBLIGATION to do everything for her family. It's not. She is allowed to take rest. She is allowed to make mistakes. She is allowed to forget. She is allowed to live.

When a family lives together under a roof, it is everyone's responsibility to help each other in their own little ways. It doesn't have to one huge thing. It could be just five small things. That'll make a difference.

I'm no preacher but please let's be kinder to our mothers. They're amazing beautiful human beings with immense strength. They are no less than Superman and I'm so proud of mine.

I just hope I make her proud too.

That's all. Take care.❤️✨🤗

P.S. I am not sure if anyone is even online here. It feels that everybody I knew has just disappeared. I'm reconsidering being here anymore. What do I do? 🤔