Early Riser

Mother, no words could explain this amazing emotion created by nature. Yes, the mother is not a person, it is an emotion that deserves a standing ovation, lifetime respect.

The first thing that I saw every day was a black and blue mixed sky and ton of silence. I always heard a song of the cuckoo, never missed a day. I felt like it was singing for me. I didn't understand the meaning of that song, never bothered about understanding it too. I just enjoy the flow and atmosphere.

I learned this habit of rising early from my mother. No matter at what time sleep in the night, she always wakes up at 5 am every single day. It is a mystery to me till date. I ask her how you are able to get up so early, she always says " Get up early from bed, the day will be so energetic ". Those words are right from the heart. I felt it so many times.

The actual reason for me to get out of bed is hunger. I get hungry so quick in the morning and I follow my mom's activities. I tried to close my eyes some extra time but my stomach started to make weird sounds. So I get out of bed and sit at the entrance of my home. I watch her doing a lot of things. This is my daily routine.

For my dad, the day starts at 7.30am. But for my mom, it is 5.00am. It is not because my dad is a lazy person, he is a hard worker. So my day born every day between following my mom and waking up my dad. It will take at least 20 mins to wake up my appa(dad). So it will be me most of the time who wake him up. Sometimes I felt so lazy and instead of waking him up, I sleep on him.

One day, I didn't get out of my bed even after 7.30 in the morning. My dad woke up and checked me, I got a fever. On that day I didn't follow my mom early morning, so she too sensed something abnormal. When I get sick, either I will be at mom's working place or dad's working place. They don't leave me at home or school. Never believed anyone to take care of me. Also, I was a quiet boy and never bothered anyone in my parent's workplace. I kept pretty much everything to myself, but trust me, I was not good at hiding from my parents those days. I do hide things so that my parents notice it and ask me. It took so many years to learn how to hide it from them. Sometimes hiding keeps the family happy and I feel it is necessary.

The situation was completely different when TV entered our home. I started to wake up by 4 am but I go late to school. The problem was CN (Cartoon Network). I woke up, turned on the TV and sat in front of it. Even my dad got up early due to TV noise. But eventually, he started to watch cartoon programs with me. I love "Popeye the sailor man" and "Tom and Jerry" is my dad's favorite. As time passed, we both started to get scolding from mom during school days. So appa decided to disconnect the channels and back to the pavilion.

The atmosphere was entirely different when my little bro was born. In the beginning, I was a bit angry with him. Because I didn't have a clue about my school timings. Most of the time it will get late to school. But surprisingly my teacher never scolded me. I didn't realize that when a baby born, those things were normal. It should have happened even when I was born.  I was not matured enough to understand those things. But one thing never changed, my mom still woke up at 5.am

Once it happened for me to lose sleep and I was struggling to get back to bed. I saw something strange in the middle of the night. It was around 2 am I guess, my dad was making my baby bro and my mom to sleep. Both were sleeping but not my dad. It was a strange feeling for me. When a baby born, the parents lose their sleep but still loves it. My dad hardly slept those days and I always saw the reddish eyes next morning. Then I started to support him in the morning. I guess that was the time when I saw things from their point of view and the reason behind it. But I didn't have a clue about why they go to work the next day even if they do not get enough sleep. WeII, I was not old enough to understand my family situation those days.

The best thing I loved about the morning time is the BREAKFAST... My mom cooked delicious and healthy breakfast. What kinda breakfast? What special memories did they create? Let's see in next chapter...

Hey guys, thank you very much for the continuous support. I hope you are enjoying this book. It was always a wonderful thing to remember our childhood days. Well, I agree some might not have a happy beginning but trust me, you might have smiled at something, liked something, kept somethings close to your heart...Let's bring it back from our memories...

Does something happen like this also in your life? Wake up early and collecting some memories. let me know in the comments. I love to discuss those awesome beginning of your childhood days.

Take care, my beloved readers. I am working on more chapters to bring in the twinkling moments scattered all over the childhood days...

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