People talk about using their sixth sense when we can't even use our five correctly and adequately enough to help us with our daily lives. Apparently, I see that mothers have this so-called sixth sense. When talking about mothers, it's all different. Different in such a way that you'll have to become a mother to understand their point of view. Nonetheless, the sixth sense these mothers have is really worth a watch. Here's why.
Not recently enough, I was traveling by the train. An elderly woman, probably in her mid-fifties, was seated beside me. She was pathetically tensed and it was all over her face. She was constantly panting and sweating out of her then unknown tension. Out of pure curiosity, I asked her whether what was so wrong with her that she was in such bad conditions. She nearly gazed me for quite sometime and then in a unusual tone answered that she was worried about her son. I further asked for why she was worried and she only said that it was because she felt so. Abruptly, our train halted with a jerk and she was hurt by a screw and bleeding. The next moment her daughter-in-law called and said that her son had met with an accident. They lived in the USA. She kept crying while her whole conversation on the phone. After hanging up, all I could do was watch her with a shock on my face. And she pretty much noticed it. I asked myself whether how was this even possible and she answered my unspoken question,“I am a mother.” and left.
Not recently enough, I was traveling by the train. An elderly woman, probably in her mid-fifties, was seated beside me. She was pathetically tensed and it was all over her face. She was constantly panting and sweating out of her then unknown tension. Out of pure curiosity, I asked her whether what was so wrong with her that she was in such bad conditions. She nearly gazed me for quite sometime and then in a unusual tone answered that she was worried about her son. I further asked for why she was worried and she only said that it was because she felt so. Abruptly, our train halted with a jerk and she was hurt by a screw and bleeding. The next moment her daughter-in-law called and said that her son had met with an accident. They lived in the USA. She kept crying while her whole conversation on the phone. After hanging up, all I could do was watch her with a shock on my face. And she pretty much noticed it. I asked myself whether how was this even possible and she answered my unspoken question,“I am a mother.” and left.
