Sorry mom! I sold memories and bought the future.

That spring morning. Begnas lake shores. New paluva were growing on the trees around the lake. Neither wholly green, nor wholly yellow; They were yet to show their true colors. But even that unfinished color filled the form of the lake with a unique beauty. The lake itself looked like a painter's unfinished canvas with the shadows of those colors on the water. The cool morning breeze was gently teasing the waves of the lake. Supposedly, they too were swaying to some invisible song, just like me. I was sharing my thoughts with the rhythm - without words, without sound, just in solitary feeling. That voice suddenly broke the silent dialogue between me and Tal. I flinched a bit and looked back. A young woman was coming with a tray of coffee in her hand. His movements were normal but there seemed to be some deep weariness hidden in his eyes. She placed it on the coffee table. Before I could say 'good morning', she smiled again and said, 'Happy Mother's Day, ma'am!' I was surprised when I heard that word. It felt like an invisible connection between the quiet beauty of the lake and the silent agony of waiting. She shook her head and said, "No, wait (name changed)." The brothers say they weave with love.' That question pierced a hidden wound inside her. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. Tears began to well up in his eyes. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "Mother's." That word was so small, but its pain was so deep and vast. She grabbed the tray without saying a word and turned around quietly. I just sat there and watched. The lake was calm. But now an untold story seems to be mixed in that quiet atmosphere