There is no other, love like a mothers, love for her child ...

The last post, my mother sounded like an evil person, but she isn’t, she was just a bit tuff on us.
What I’m going to write today is my mother’s story. My mother didn’t have a normal childhood, and maybe her childhood was a bit worse than anyone I know. She grew up without a mother, her mother died when she was only 2 years old. She had cancer and went to a hospital in Europe and died there. No one told my mother that her mother had died till she was 13. So you can imagine how hard that was on her. My Grandfather was maybe the worst father ever, it didn’t take long for him to re-marry , and he married a bitch, a woman that was so heartless so obnoxious that I don’t know how my grandfather loved her. She manipulated my grandfather and told him not to let my mother live in the same wing they were in, my mother’s grandparents had a huge mansion that they all lived in, and my mother step-mother didn’t want my mother to stay in their side of the mansion. My mother was raised by her aunt, and let’s just says she wasn’t the best person to raise a child, she was so tuff on my mother(a reason why she was tuff on us) she never let my mother go to her friend’s house, and when someone would call asking for my mother, she would tell them that she’s not available; even thou my mother would be standing next to her. My mother had no social life what so ever, the only friends she had were her cousins who lived in the same house as she did. My mother used to tell me how jealous she would get, because she had no mother, while her cousins would complain about how their mother, who is my mother’s other aunt, over the silliest little things.
My mother used to tell me stories about when she was a child, I can never ever forget her face when she told me, her eyes used to tear up and she tries so hard not to shed a tear in front of me. She used to tell me that the kids in her school used to call her “alna’9rah al7azeenah” she always and till now has a look, she thinks I never see her when she dazes of and her eyes get all teary, I know that she’s thinking about her mother, thinking how different her life would have been if she had a real mother.
No matter what anyone says, the worst thing in life is growing up without a mother, without really knowing what “unconditional love” means, without having that person who gets so worried when ur sick, or just knows what’s on your mind without even saying it. A mother’s love in irreplaceable, and never experiencing it, is the worst thing one can go through.