It was Mayank, Mymy husband, was very drunk badly, as usual. I gave him an angry look, thatwhich he couldn't stand, so he started bellowing at me, "whatWhat a rubbish lady you are! I have come home tired from work, and instead of welcoming me, you are giving me this kind of expression. Shame on you."


I said, "I am shameless. thenAnd who are you? Every day you come home drunk. Do you know that your daughter is now sixteen years old, butold? But you don't care at all, at leastor even think about her".
Listen to this, heHe then got furious, because his ego was crushed, so he was about to raise his hand on me, but like a gush of wind, Piyaa was there, and said to me "mamaMama, you againhave started your melodrama, whyagain. Why do you make the fatherFather angry? He has come from work,; you ought to ask him for food, but you never do".
"Papa, youyou've come, home; I will serve you some piping hot food for you", Piyaa said.


He got happy and left the place silently, but listen to this, I gotfelt shattered,. I thought that she was my shadow, but how I could forget, our own shadow leaves us when it is dark.

I went to my room and burst into tears. I tried to console myself, but failed,; I was completely broken.


After some time, Piyaa entered the room filled, tears infilling her eyes, and said, "sorry mamaSorry, Mama, I shouldn't have done this to you, you. You got hurt because of me, but if I had not done that, papaPapa would have beaten you harshly, and that I can't stand, that's. That's why I did suchthose things. Still, and I love the father also, and I can't insult him. AlthoughEven though he doesn't care for us, yet I doI still care for him".