forteen years ago, you gave birth to your son, Ashmit, he was like any other child, when he was young he was such a sweetheart, clingy and happy, you realize throughout the years, he's pushing you away from him, he promised when he was five, he would never leave you and love you forever

You tie your hair up in a messy bun and you start mopping the floor, doing all the chores, getting barley any sleep at all, Ashmit was in his room, the door locked, as always and nothing was heard from his room, as always, you mop the floor and you can't help to htink how much he was changed, he much he dislikes you now, why he never makes eye contact with you

You were always a great mother, always, but you feel like you have failed to be a good mother, or maybe, its just him