Reflection Of Life

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.
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.
My father never let me alone since my childhood.
But on December 28, 2014, the father who was like a baniyan tree above our head seemed to fall.
There is a father ]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.
I love my father very much. I miss those days when he used to take me to the school.
Ill never give up. Bless me God that one day I will make him proud that I am his daughter.