the day i lost my best friend

……And that was how I knew that my mother loved me. I was born in a single parent family and I had never get the paternal love. Therefore, my mother was responsibility to support and rear the whole family through thick and thin. In order to bringing me up well, she worked very hard as she was taking three jobs in a day to earn a crust and this made her to leave early and returned late day after day. Having no time to keep an eye on me, my grandmother was managed take care of me and so I was the apple of my grandmother’s eye. When I was in middle school, I turned to be rebel. I had made friend with bad one. We playing truant, smoked, and even having gamble in school. My grandmother had tried all her best to implore me to keep away from them, but all her pleadings were fallen on deaf ears. Those brilliant students were just drifted me apart and my studies was getting drop excessively. I dressed stylishly when I was hanging out with my friends to show that I was no longer out of date, even though my mother was shabbily dressed. Sometimes, I would even steal money to get what I wanted and what had I just done were just hidden from my mother. Finally, I was caught pilfering in a mart and was arrested. My mother rushed to the police department, and I was then set free. I tried to explain to her so that I would not have to face the music. But, it surprised me that she did not punish or even scolded me. Just, she did not bother about me. I feel very small when I saw the tears kept falling from her eyes. It was two o’clock in midnight, I was suffered from insomnia and my mother was seem just be home. Something in my mind reminded me that I had never seen how my mother looks like when she was in sleeping. Then, I slowly turned the knob of my room and peeking around the parlour and creeping into her bedroom. I took my steps softly and quietly to her bed. Gently, I touched her hands. Owing to being a washerwoman, her hands had become rougher in day by day. Looking