My mother married my fatherbecause they were in love.She did thisIn a world that frowned uponmarriages from inter caste becauseit was believed thatone sect of religion was better than the other.In that world,she married from another religiondespite every family member’s No,despite every obstruction.Her love is brave.While growing up,I saw her love this manwith all her heart.She gave up everythingfor her trust in love,in his love.Her love is softand hopeful.She got gentlermore adjustingin a house that was differentfrom the one she grew up in,the one she had forsaken.Her love is giving.I was born through my mother’s love.I was brought up with that type of love.The all sacrificing, brave, gentle kind of love.But darling,My love is hesitant.Because I know,Love is not made of one person loving toomuch.My mother’s love was this beautiful becausemy father met her halfway.My father’s love is strong.His love gives.His love braves storms.His love is fearless.He took all the love she gaveAnd knew how to return it backwithout expectationswith more of himand with lovethat defies reason.My love is brave too.My love may not be loudbut it echoeswith your name.This is the legacyI grew up with.How can you look at meand expect any less?So, meet me halfway.Meet me halfwayin between this madness and reasonwhere love made a homefrom broken traditionsand young, hopeful love.
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