My daughter screamed,"I hate you, You are not my mum, Sorry dear I am your mum, From the day I conceived you, A gift from Allah, Stamped and certified by Him as your mum. I am not your magazine to browse through, Not your mobile that you charge and use me as you wish, Or change as and when you want to, Nor am I your footwear, That you can have as many pairs as you want, Neither am I your cook, Nor your driver or your ATM card, That you can cash whenever you want. Whether you like it or not, I am your MUM, A relationship that can never be erased or deleted. Catering and caring for you is not an obligation but my love for you-my daughter. 8/11/2024