Yearning for A Mother's Love, Is That So Wrong?

Her name was Camellia, a child born in Summer. An obedient child, her mother’s daughter. Beloved by all, her childhood name was Alia. 

At the age of 7, she lost her mother. Her guardian and nurturer. Her life changed forever. 

She grew shut-off to the world, where there was no one who was there.

A few months later, a woman came over to be her mother.

Her life again, was changed forever. 

This mother was lenient at first, perhaps because she was another mother’s child.

But as time moved on, she gained the title evil stepmother by many who misunderstood

Despite the title, she pushed the child Alia to become Melia and made Melia her own.

For years, it was a constant struggle for both of them, for the relationship to become bearable.

As Melia grew into a young woman, she came to understand the evil stepmother.

Her mistakes acknowledged and regretted but never forgotten, as hard as she tried.

Everything that she went through was a lesson that sculpted her into a human. 

The stepmother was no longer evil, she was now Melia’s mother. 

As the years pass, a disease has befallen Melia’s mother. 

Once again, her life changed forever. 

However it may, Melia took care of her 2nd chance mother. Fed her, cloth her and bathe her.

They were kindred spirits, they both relied on each other. 

It was understood then between the two women, that this love will forever be engraved in their souls. 

18 September, a late evening of fog. A time of agony and pain. Melia’s mother left this world.

She was confused and stunned. Those were feelings she could only comprehend. 

The hope she held for so long gone within a day. 

Again and again, her life changed forever. 

It’s been five months since then, Melia is left all alone. She knew now she had taken it all for granted. Thankfully, she had no regrets.

Her only woe is that she will never be able to receive a mother’s love as well as her mothers had given her. 

There shall never be a gentle hand cradling her head, an utterance of care towards her person and a mother’s worry towards her. 

She cried and cried, but there is only her presence there and no one else's. 

Once again, she is alone.