How did she know all? How did she know the exact part of needle to be inserted to take out spine? How did she know my skin favored the exact cream that she brought? Or how did she know that I was hungry and wanted food even when I didn’t utter a word? When walking, how did she know that I got tired and wanted her back to be carried upon? Or desired that particular toy that she brought or wanted that particular cloth she selected. How did she come to know?
Likewise, when she inserted an ear-bud on my ears, how did she know the perfect space to be covered without giving a pain? Or whenever I spoke, in a very low voice, how did she heard everything that I spoke? How was she able to trace my time from waking up for the day to sleeping at the night? How did she know what I would be happy eating the okras as vegetables, when I even didn’t mention about it? How did she know, I wanted a new little umbrella like the one my friend had?
And now, how does she know, that I spent all the money she gave and my pocket is empty? How do she recognizes me even if I covered my face with something? How do she manages to cry in alone for my happiness? How do she tries her best to make my food good? Why does she do this? How can she spend her life for my happiness? Why’s my mother so sweet?