Voice of a daughter

I sat there with the dairy in my hand. "This is going to be the last time that I am reading it ", I told myself but some how couldn't come to believe it. A part of my heart wants to be there with you for always but a part of me also knows this is not possible.. I sat there reliving our memories, the memories which gave me strength through out, the memories that have been my friend as well as enemy,if they gave me tears then they only gave me reason to smile again. Those memories are of you my love. My love, my childhood. I spent my childhood in a small town named jalol. We had a two floored one bhk house. We lived on the 1st floor. My house was full of people my grand parents, my parents and my siblings. I was always happy, I played all day, in the school, in the society, in the house. We were just a well to do family. I cried whenever mom used to go out though it was just to the market, I used to be afraid from my teacher when I hadn't done my homework, I would get gifts from everybody as I was the youngest. Winters were always my favourite. Those school prayers,the pledge, waiting for the recess, the fast beating of heart before getting papers. Well not to forget the What else could one ask for? Can there be more awesome childhood then this. We shifted to the city for better education. I was 10 then. I became alone, no friends, no siblings and then my English teacher introduced me to a friend, dairy. I started writing all that I missed ,all that I felt. I started feeling better. But it was later that I realised that I loved my childhood so much that I never wanted to grow. I became so involved in missing my childhood that I stopped caring about everything else. But now it's time to let you go, it's time to move ahead and hug the new phase waiting eagerly for me,my teenage. The so known quote change is the most constant thing kept coming again and again in my mind. I moved ahead near the fire looking at it , actually staring at it. I then took my dairy into my hands, passed my hands over its cover page with teary eyes. I opened the dairy to its pin page and  with tears flowing down my cheeks hold it in a position to tear it, I was just about to tear it when my brother came from behind and snatched it from my hands. He then questioned about what was I thinking and what was doing at this hour in the kitchen. I started crying hard and hugged him. He kept asking but I could not speak anything , I just wanted to cry, cry a lot. I settled down after half an hour and then told him about all my thoughts. I didn't wanted to grow up, I didn't wanted to leave the house I have lived these memorable years of my life , I didn't wanted to leave them, my family, my parents. After hearing this he cried along with me. Why is it like this, why did people practice such a tradition. Son can give you future security but they can never give you the love that a daughter can give. "Please stop me mom dad please don't send me to a place where you won't be there , sobs, ok I'll go , you don't worry I' ll live, I'll try to stay happy, I'll try to make everyone happy, I'll try to bring pride to you but you have promise me one think mumma, you will take care of your health and take medicines on time. Papa you have to promise me you would stop worrying so much about everything on earth and yes complete stop on sweets ha.. and yes regular check ups please. Always remember I love you all more than life."