You push open that turquoise green painted door,
Feeling satisfied as the handle sinks down,
You peek your head in,
A smile creeping into your face,
And you rush in,
The words flying out of your mouth
Faster than you can think.
“You were right all along,” you exclaim.
“All those things you said and wrote to me…
I figured it out.
It doesn’t matter what others think of me
And it certainly doesn’t matter
If I lose half a point for incorrect sig figs.
Mistakes are okay because
I am strong enough to bounce back
And learn from them.
I just need to have confidence in myself
Because I am me,
And no one can be me
Better than I can.
But you knew this all along.
You were right, and you tried to tell me.
I was stubborn.
I didn’t trust your words
But now I can genuinely appreciate them.”
All this comes out in one breath
And with a wide smile stretching across her face,
She says “Paheli, I am so proud of you.
You no longer crave my approval
But you will always have my support.”
You could have seen and heard her
Embracing these words,
And ceasing to consider you
A worry and a burden.
But the opportunity has been lost.
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