In a corner of a small town there was a quiet, sweet family. The family name is "Sen family", where father Arun, mother Madhuri and their only daughter Sweet, lived a beautiful life together. Madhuri was the backbone of the family—an ideal mother, a devoted wife and a kind person.Madhuri was fondly called "Sweet Mom". Because his smile was sweet, his speech was sweet, and his heart had immense love. He always spent his days doing something for the whole family.
Sweetness was the apple of my mother's eye. The mother-daughter relationship was bound by an unbreakable bond. Every sweet moment with mother was a joy. Mother's company even in small things was priceless to Mishti. Sometimes listening to stories, sometimes playing with mother in the kitchen, sometimes sitting together and drawing pictures—these were the great joys of Sweet's little world.
One day, Sweet came back from school and saw that her mother's face was a bit depressed. Mother hugged him and smiled, but behind that smile, something sweet understood the hidden pain. Mishti knew very well that although mother's smile was always sweet, there was sometimes an unspoken stream of words hidden deep in her eyes.
"Mom, are you in pain?" Sweet asked sitting on her mother's lap.
Madhuri comforted her daughter and said, "No mom, your mom is always good. You are there, I am so happy because of you."
But Mishti understood that there was something in her mother's words that was bothering her. He decided to bring back that lost smile on his mother's face. This was a huge task for the small hearted sweetie.
A few days later, Mishti returned home one afternoon to find that her mother's condition had further deteriorated. Madhuri is lying on the bed, smiling all right, but that smile lacks that familiar glow. Sweet couldn't stay any longer. He went to his father and asked, "Father, is mother very sick?"
Arun patted the girl's head and said, "Your mother is a very big-hearted person. She doesn't want anyone to suffer for her. But yes, mother, your mother is a little sick. You just give her love, then she will get well soon."
Sweet became more caring towards mother. Every day after returning from school, he would sit next to his mother and talk, sing his mother's favorite songs. Sometimes he would draw small pictures for his mother, sometimes he would comb his mother's hair. Sweet's little acts of love started to bring back that familiar smile on Madhuri's face.
But Sweet's happiness did not last long. One morning, Mishti was preparing to go to school. Suddenly hearing the sound of father's cry, he ran to his mother's room. Madhuri lies limp, her eyes closed. Holding his father's hand, he asked, "Father, is mother asleep?"
Arun gasped, "Mother has left us, Mother."
Mishti could not say anything. He felt like the world had stopped. That mother's smile, that mother's sweet words—all were like a dream, which was erased in an instant.
The days were passing, but the emptiness of mother was not. Mishti used to hold mother's things every day. Mother's favorite saree, her glasses, her hand-painted small floral designs on the kitchen wall—everything remains as a memory of mother.
Mishti was growing up slowly, but the memory of her mother was with her. All the love taught by mother, the life lessons from mother, everything became an integral part of Sweet's life.
Years later, one day Mishti found her mother's old diary in her room. The pages of the diary are filled with mother's handwriting. Every page had small stories of mother's life, her love, her pain. As Mishti came to a stop while turning the pages, her eyes watered.
The page of the diary read, "My sweet girl, you are the greatest joy in my life. May you never think that your mother is far from you. I am in your mind, in your every smile, when you look at the sky, I am yours." I am by my side. Our relationship is with love."
Sweet held the diary close to her chest. The sweet memory of his mother and her love remained the greatest treasure of his life.
Now Mishti and her father's life is rearranged. Mishti grew up, becoming compassionate, sweet like her mother. She stands with motherly love for every member of the family. The immense love and compassion received from his mother is mixed in his being.
Sweet knows, mother's love never fails. As time goes by, the memory of his mother gives him strength. That "Sweet Mom" will always live on in his my heart.