A Mother's Last Visit

I'm Liza. I'm 21 years old and I'm new to YGS. This is my first story. Although this is not my personal experience, this is my mami's story (wife of my maternal uncle). My mom belongs to a village in west Bengal, the landlord's family who are known for their huge wealth and property.

Anyway, firstly I would like to provide a little background. From the very childhood, my mom has these neighbors living face to face of their house. Another zamindar family but quite strange a family as there is no peace ever seen among them. A man with 3 sons and a daughter, all married.

The middle son is a freak and has short temper. He used to beat his wife up whenever they had any argument. Domestic violence is an offence I know but still sometimes things are too complicated. This man has 2 daughters. The incident took place in 2013 when his daughters were 10 years and 1 and half years old respectively.

One tragic day, it happened that the wife was teaching her elder daughter. For some mistakes, she hit her throwing the pen which accidentally hit under her eye and bled a little. For this the lady was scolded by her father in law but that was not intense. She felt bad and was upstairs where she had an argument with her husband. As always her husband was a temper freak who started hitting her. He ended up smashing her head on the wall and she fainted immediately.

Everyone was dumb struck and took her to hospital. Unfortunately, there was a severe hemorrhagic condition and her skull was broken and she breathed her last the next evening. Two unfortunate children lost their mother in the midst of a tragic, accidental and intense incident. Rumors spread over the entire village, but it was said that she committed suicide. But again, human beings are not machines that they would believe what they're said, everyone accepted the reality.

The elder daughter was anyhow taught not to speak the truth in front of anyone. But the younger daughter was lost in her own misery. She did not eat, did not speak and searched everywhere for her beloved mother, but all in vain. My mami asked her to come over so that her mind is kept diverted. My mami's children are babies so she thought they would provide her some company.

One day, the younger daughter was there at my mami's place almost asleep. My mami sat next to her caressing her head. Suddenly she felt a presence (no one was home except the maid who was in the kitchen). She felt the temperature drop a little. A familiar voice talked to her, rather asked something "Is she asleep?". My mami knew whose voice it was, it was the deceased mother who died an unwanted, untimely death. She just nodded. Then within a minute, the temperature of the room turned normal.

For an instance, mami thought if it was for real. But there are things which cannot be explained. May be this was a mother's last visit to a daughter with whom she got barely any time to spent (one and half years only) before her soul left the world.

I remember that lady to be a very gentle and sweet lady, always cheerful and lovely. But when people are too good, God himself needs them to decorate the heaven.

Sorry for the long narration. I hope you liked it.

Thanks for reading.