One Fine Morning...Wednesday Writing Essentials

When Betty woke up this morning, the air seemed different and energizing. There was something she loves about the red leaves. Betty was reading a book and her friend Tory, was sitting next to her;watching her carefully.

"What're you reading?" asked Tory.

"My Mom gifted me this book on my last Birthday" Betty smiled with pride.

"What's so special about it? You seem to be lost?" Tory asked.

"It's about autumn. She says fall is more than departures. It's also about arrival."

"Oh!"

"My mom loves that season and now me too." Betty continued reading and was really lost in her mom's book.

"Is your mom your step mom?" Harsh question hit like hail.

Betty was in a shock. She stopped reading; confused; with another question in her eyes.

"No!! Why?" Scared to breathe, Betty looked at her.

"I heard my parents talking to your parents. Is she's really your step mom?"

Keeping the book aside, Betty hid her face under her arms and felt her eyes blurry. She was disappointed and trapped in a dilemma; whether to confront with her dad or to ask straight forwardly to her Mom.

                                                   
Next morning, when they all were going to the church, Betty asked, "Mom, are you my real mom?"

"No" Mom sighed.

Betty cried sitting at the back seat.

The other morning she found her step mom packing her bags, as she felt very bad about the conversation they had.

Her step mom was not living with them anymore.

Tory and Betty were no more friends .She hated Tory, for she disturbed her life; before that the world was so beautiful and life seems so easy.

Ten months later Betty's Dad came to her and said that her step mom wants to talk to her.

"But I don't" Betty was rude.

"Listen Betty, after your mom's death there was no one to look after you and though I was not so physically able to take care of you, I married to a mean but a caring woman. Till date she is a wonderful mother.Tell me? You aren't missing her? Anytime did you find any other person in your house? I am so sorry; I should have told you earlier. You are hurt my dear I know, but situations wanted me to do this." Her father tried to explain her life.

Betty was getting emotional for she's really missing her mom; so what she is not her real Mom.

"Ok, I will talk to her."

Dad handed the phone.

"Hello" Betty mumbled.

 "Hi baby" Her mom started to cry.

Betty found that she couldn't talk to her with those tears. Betty asked her dad if she could go to visit her in fall.

Autumn came soon. Betty and her Dad reached her house where Betty met her mom. She was standing at the gate for them and the moment she saw Betty, she came running and held her in her arms, crying sullenly with lots of kisses and cuddles. Betty got her real mom today and all the love which she found with the realities of time and season.

Betty was not leaving her mom for a second. She wanted to live each moment of this adorable season .She took a long sleeve sweater out of storage and washed Betty's winter comforters. She knew that Betty loved the smell of burning leaves, the view of vibrant colors, the rustling of dry leaves. Betty found the wind dancing with the trees along with her happiness.

Betty was sad and was waiting for some magic .Tomorrow morning they have to leave. She wanted her mom to sleep with her and soon she felt her mom's hands stroking her hair.

"Are you coming to live with me"? Her mom smiled and touched Betty's hand.

Betty was on the top of this world .She wrapped herself in her lap thinking that mothers are so unique and special. She should have not taken her for granted. She is much more than that. Betty was whispering inside that Dear Mom, though you didn't give birth to me, you love me just the same. We may not share the same blood but, we share our hearts and name.

"This Story is dedicated to all the step moms of this world. Inspired by my friend's life who is a step mom. She thinks that step parents can't ever win. Apart giving so much to her step children, still they has been criticized for being too involved, invasive and sticking noses where they are not welcomed. If they distance themselves, they are criticized for being harsh"