Ungrateful. | Avantika Singhal

I remember lumbering to the bathroom
In the middle of the night. My emotions and
Tears would be all over the place. I would
Cry and sulk and think back on what had
Caused my stomach to ache. An angel like
Apparition would make an appearance
Soon after, with a gentle disposition and a
Tiny smile on her face, instructing me to lie
Down and relax. I would concede with her
Polite requests and gladly gulp down the
Boiling hot water with the tiniest pinch of
Plain salt. Soon after, the tummy ache would
Start to disappear, like the deer you scared
Away with your car’s flashlights. I would sit
Up on the bed and continue on with my life
Like nothing had happened. I would completely
Forget to thank that angel who is my mother.