Some things do not need words to explain

"Maryam dear! take this milk!" Mother put a glass of milk over the table while I was getting ready for school and that sentence was enough to drive me up the wall.

"I told you I would not drink it! I have no mood to drink it so early in the morning!" I snapped at her who was now putting things in order that I had messed up.

"You didn’t eat anything at night, I know you are hungry, just take it." She spoke calmly and gently.

“Well! Do you think I am not grown enough even to tell whether I am hungry or not?” This time, I was so harsh that mother suddenly looked up. She still held the same tranquility in her eyes. She was not a bit raged. Her eyes seemed swollen and red. My van gave horn as it rattled across the street. I fetched my bag and ran away leaving mother gazing after me. That whole day, I was so disturbed that I could not concentrate on my lessons. My mother’s grim face would swim in my mind every now and then, her swollen eyes and her sad look. Actually, I had had a fight with her the day before. She warned me that I was becoming very selfish and proud and requested I behave nicely. She did not scold me or yell at me but only tried to explain that with such behavior I would have to face a lot of problems in the future. I did not understand a single phrase of what she said and instead did not even take dinner in my ostentation. But now, I had realized that she was right and my inside felt sorry for it. I really wanted to compensate for it but knew not how. When I got home, the only thing that came into my mind to compensate for my mistake was to say sorry. I got into my room and practiced it a thousand times standing in front of the mirror until I was sure that I could say it. I came out and found mother in the kitchen cooking a meal.

“What is for today, mother?” She looked at me surprisingly, probably because of my so altered talking style.

“Baryani, your favorite, isn’t it?" She smiled at me.

"Yes." I tried to say what I had been practicing for hours but my instincts just would not allow it. At last, I gave up, knowing that she had understood it from my manner. And it was true, after I took lunch with her, her cheered up voice proved it right.