Unconditional Love

More than two decades ago, I was born from the loving warmth of my parents and unconditional concern of my entire clan. A girl was born, I was born. I can imagine the amazed smile of my mom as she caressed me with those callused hands and the triumphant laugh of my father as he took me in his bare bony chest. I grew up with a Christian dignity in me. I knew the bible …

…other occasionally, and there are times when I look in her eyes, I can still see the wonders she had introduced in me, the beliefs in life that nobody can teach me and the belief in me to take courage and stand for my ideology. Probably this is a question of immorality. Or perhaps this is the charm of unconditional love. Whatever it is, my dear female love will always stay part in my heart..