The lost soul 1/2

In the era of competition, where tall buildings are made up of glass and iron, where money had the worth and relations were swept under the rug . Little far from city life, there was an old looking building with faded colour and chipped of walls.  There lived a 7 year old girl named Liza. She was the prettiest. She had hazel eyes, complexion was of pink tone, light brown curly hair,a sharp nose, chubby cheeks and the most precious smile.

Her room was ordinary, she had a old looking kids table with mended chairs. Her stuffed toys looked old but they were like gold to her. She did not have a well matched tea set, but it never seemed to bother her little tea party act. She was happy with what she possessed.

There was a knock at her door, it was her mom Vanessa , wearing an ordinary brown shirt and a pair of black jeans. She looked tired and drained, she was working hard to fulfill their needs. She was as beautiful as Liza, I think it was in their genes.

 She told Liza to come and have lunch, she went towards a fragile dining table. They had mashed potatoes with gravy. It wasn't an ideal meal but they were thankful for it. A variety of questions used to pop in Liza's head that why they can't live in a beautiful house and wear beautiful dresses everyday like her friends but she knew the answer, it was on her mother's face.

Vanessa's tired eyes begging for rest, her clothes showed her struggle, her face was wrinkled even though she was a young woman. Her hair were rough and damaged,telling their own story. She wanted to give her daughter everything but her pocket never permit her to do it. So she taught Liza to be thankful to God for what He has provided them.

As the years passed by, whole world came on mobile screens, exhibition of lifestyle became common. In a world full of  swaggers, Liza forgot the lesson that her mom always taught her. She started comparison, she started to blame her mother for not having wealth without caring that Vanessa was suffering from deteriorating health.

She started to dislike her mom, without realizing that her mom strived alone in such a long journey without begging for help.

Time passed by, Liza was a grown up, independent girl, working to step up her game of lifestyle. Without any doubt she was working hard. But in the racing life, she forgot the one who gave sacrifice,the one who taught her to walk when there was no one along. It was not too late when God made her realize her mistake.

To be continued
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