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    This is a story from one of my English text books. Unfortunately, the name of the author is not mentioned. It says 'anonymous'. But a must read for everyone :)

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    I LOVE YOU, MOM

    By,

    Prarthana. R. Nargundkar.

    ( _Chaoticsoul )
    After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to
    dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you but I know this other woman loves you and
    would love to spend some time with you. “

    The other woman my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother who has been a widow
    for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children made it possible
    for t visit her only on occasionally.

    That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

    “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who
    suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

    “I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,” I responded. “Just the two of
    us.”

    She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

    That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I
    arrived at her house, I noticed that she too seemed to be nervous about our date.

    She waited at the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing
    the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

    She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.

    “I told my friends that I was going out with my son, and they were impressed.” She
    said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.” We went
    to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took
    my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu.
    Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring
    at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips “It was I who used to read the menu when
    you were a small,” she said.

    “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor.” I replied.

    During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation. Nothing extra ordinary, but
    catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we
    missed the movie.

    As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if
    you let me invite you.” I agreed. “How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I
    got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

    A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attach. It happened so


    suddenly that I did not get to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an
    envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had
    dined.

    An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I was not sure that I could be
    there, but nevertheless, I paid for two plates-one for you and the other for your
    wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son”

    At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU!” and
    to give our loved ones the time they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than
    God and Family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be
    put off till ‘some other time’.

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