my mother
I never thought that one ordinary evening could change the way I looked at my mother.
I was 19 when I started feeling that my mother did not understand me. Whenever I wanted to go out with my friends, she would ask too manyquestions. When I used my phone late at night, she would tell me to put it away. Sometimes, I felt that she was stopping me from enjoying my life.
One evening, I had an argument with her. I was angry and said, “You never understand me. You only know how to say no.”
She became quiet. She didn't argue back. She simply went into the kitchen.
I remember feeling proud of myself for a few minutes. I thought I had finally told her what I really felt.
That night, I went to the kitchen to get some water. I saw her sitting alone, checking some old medicine bills and counting money from her purse. She didn't notice me.I suddenly realised something I had never thought about before. She wasn't saying no because she wanted to control me. She was worried about things I didn'teven know about. She was thinking about the household expenses, my studies, my future and so many other things while I was busy thinking about my own freedom.
I stood there silently. I wanted to say sorry, but somehow the words didn't come out.
The next morning, I hugged her. I just said, “I'm sorry, Mom.”
She smiled and said, “It's okay. I know you're growing up.”
That sentence stayed with me.
As children, we often see only the restrictions our parents put on us. We don't see the sacrifices behind them. Parents may not always express their worries correctly, and sometimes they may also make mistakes. But instead of judging them immediately, we should try to understand them.
And this lesson is not only about parents. In today's world, we are too quick to judge everyone—friends, teachers, colleagues, even strangers—without knowing what they are going through.
A little patience can change a relationship. A simple conversation can prevent a misunderstanding. And sometimes, one sincere “I'm sorry” can heal something that anger almost destroyed.
Since that day, I have tried to listen before judging.
I am still learning, but now I know one thing: we never truly know someone's story until we take the time to listen.