That Mother.

Which mother would not want to give the best of the best to her daughter?
Which mother does not want to go ahead and get her daughter the brand new dress that has been put up at the shop’s window? Or the fresh strawberries that were packed at the supermarket just this morning?
There was a mother at my door this morning. She knew to speak in a language I had no knowledge about. Not even a bit. But yet she made sure I understood what she wanted me to do. All for the sake of her teen daughter.
You see this lady was a cleaner at the hostel I am currently staying in. she is fat and stout, just like a typical Indian woman who wakes up early morning to cook for her family and sleep late at night after all the household chores were taken care of. She asked whether I knew Hindi or Tamil, to which I replied Hindi. She tried her best with her broken Hindi to explain to me how she was in need of some clothes for her daughter, who was a moment ago moping the room I stay in.
I ended up giving away as much as I can think I would not require before my holidays.
But it is not the state of the daughter which melted me and made me give away.
It was the mother.
The mother who seemed like someone who should sit and take rest but yet here she was trying her best to grab whatever happiness she can provide her daughter with.
Now she is gone, carrying a bagful of happiness for her daughter.