I couldn’t hide it from her… If I was bold enough to acknowledge my depression and announce it to the world. She certainly has every right to know and hear what I have to say. At 1 AM, I got my cellphone and called her. Surprisingly, she was still up discussing something with my stepdad. And she knew what was happening right away. She even got upset, the fact that she was last to know. But she eventually calmed down and out came her motherly instinct. I did sensed agitation in her voice, and so I assured her that I’ll be alright. Said she’ll see me in the morning.
To my surprise, I woke up at around 9 AM to see my mother crawling into bed with me. Gave me a kiss on the forehead and wrapped her arms around me. Suddenly, the thirty year old moron transformed itself into a child. Secure in his mothers sweet embrace. It was an ecstatic feeling, something I wish to experience over and over again. Just having my mother beside me made all the difference. I felt safe and free from all the negativities that besets me. Two hours of nuzzling, and I feel refreshed. Mom has filled my deprived soul and gave me the boost I needed. She came to my rescue, yet again.