Don't Make Me Cry...

She called out for her son. He came rushing. She lay there, cupping his face in her hands.

"You've never needed me in your life. You're a strong and independent son. The only thing you did rely on me for was the emotional support you needed to get through the tough phases of your life. That is a surmise based on the tears that I see rolling down your cheek. We both had each other, and then we spread our family. They're all yours now, son.

There is just one last thing to say - After I die, whenever you cry, I'll cry along with you. Son I just have one request before I go - Please don't make me cry anymore. You never did, and I want you to continue being the same.

I cried a lot in my life. As a girl, when I was teased by the other kids for being shabby for wearing worn out uniforms - I cried, but never told my dad about it. He took two jobs for making ends meet, but I never told him.

Next came the time when I made it to college somehow. I was a talented writer, so professional degrees were of no use to me. I was forced to study finance, to not leave room in my life for the plight my father faced. For five years son, I cried every day.

Your father supported me emotionally through it all. We dated for about 2 years before marriage. I loved him, but he took me for granted sometimes. He took away some of my tears, but added a few too. I won't complain, though. He was a wonderful man, and I still love him. Most importantly, he is the reason you turned out so beautifully.

I had you two years into my marriage. Baby, you were the best thing that I could ever expect from my life. I had to give up my career, but I didn't care. You were worth it. I cried when you were born - the only exception when my tears weren't out of sadness.

Your father left us early. He walked out of the house when you were just ten years old. I had yet to re-start my career. I was left alone to feed us both. I put you to sleep and cried that whole night, ready to look for a job - any job, the next day.

I ended up making use of my finance degree to get a job with a decent pay. It was hard to coordinate my family with work. I cried every day, when I saw that sad look on your face. You missed your father so much, and I was not there for you anymore. I had to work, for us.

A few years later, when we were well off on our own, I looked back and regretted a few of my tears which I wasted during my studies. After all, it helped me - it helped us in the long run. Even though my writing career was done with, I continued writing for personal purposes. I helped you with your English assignments, SOPs and essays. You went abroad for studies. I was happy for you, but left alone again. I controlled my tears and let you go. I had all the time to myself. I ended up missing your father, and I cried again.

Years passed by, and I had a wonderful relationship with you and your beautiful family. You are the only one I trust to not make me cry. You being here is a proof of that.

So after I die, whenever you cry, I'll cry along with you. Please don't make me cry anymore. You never did, and I trust that you never will."

She closed her eyes and lay down, waiting to rest in peace forever.