নামঃ Nakkhatra Sehtab

গল্পঃ Growing up, my mother was the main financer of our home. I remember her sitting at the edge of our bed, counting crumpled notes late at night while I pretended to sleep. She made ten taka stretch like a hundred and never said no to my childish demands, even if it meant wearing the same old saree for another year. Before one Eid, an old beggar came to our door, Looking to eat. She fed him and before he left, handed him a thousand taka from her "Eid" envelope. I was furious and i yelled at her, assuming she had given away my eidi. I stormed off. but two days later when eid came, my envelope had the full amount, not a single taka less. That year, she didn’t buy anything for herself. although i didnt realize what happend then, now I realize: her kindness, her sacrifice, her love that’s what true wealth looks like. She sacrificed her shopping budget for my allowance. I try every day to make her proud, to give back what I can. I love you, Mumman. No bank could be richer than your heart.