Reflection Of Life

<p>&nbsp; I am Moumita. A resident of Uttarpara everyone knows me as Tumpa. I am very open-minded since my childhood. As I got older I have seen many things in my life.<br/>I have seen my mother sick since I was little but she never expressed her illness. As my uncle was mentally unbalanced everyone used to make fun of my uncle even I was called as the niece of a madman. Not only that people in our neighborhood also used to mock him. But he was also loved by many dear people.&nbsp;<br/>&nbsp;My father never let me alone since my childhood.<br/>&nbsp;But on December 28 2014 the father who was like a baniyan tree above our head seemed to fall.&nbsp;<br/>There is a father &zwnj;but the mental condition of that father is like a child. When I first went to see my father at the hospital I stopped and wondered who I was looking for. Is this the same father who taught me to never give up.&nbsp;<br/>I love my father very much. I miss those days when he used to take me to the school.<br/>I'll never give up. Bless me God that one day I will make him proud that I am his daughter.</p>