When My Mother Left Me
By Nandini Sinha, Class 9, Trinity International School, Sion, Mumbai
For all my life, everyone knew me to be my mother’s girl. We were nearly always together; inseparable. People would always talk about how I looked just like her. She was the one who always helped me, she made me feel safe. Had I known leaving my home that day would have completely altered our relationship, I would have never left. It all happened on 16th July 1998.
It was a normal day for me; Saturday had finally come, after an exhausting week at school. The day went on as any normal day. We slept in, had pancakes for breakfast, and just relaxed the whole day. Everything was normal and tranquil, nothing out of ordinary. A bit too serene, I had thought. I should have recognized it as the calm before the storm. My best friend and confidant's house was right next to mine; always welcoming me. I was always here on weekends watching some or the other movie and today was no different. It had been hours since I’d arrived at Emma’s- almost 11:30 pm. That was when the earth tipped on its axis. A ping alerted me of the arrival of a message from my mother. I didn’t pay it much mind thinking it would read, "Alyssa, time to come home.” But the message was just the beginning of
Living independently at the age of sixteen is no easy feat, I learned the next few years. I had to do things not even eighteen-year olds had to. My young age caused problems with the government too. But fortunately, I had great friends with their families and my step dad, who even after mum leaving him helped me through thick and thin. Even now, sixteen years later with my dozing daughter’s head on my lap, I couldn’t fathom what made her leave. 16th July 1998. This date will be forever etched in my mind, burned into the very essence of my life like a scar that would never heal.