# PART 1 : BACK IN MEMORIES


                                                   Let the story be started from the day when my life story has been started. I was born in the year 1953A.D in a well-known wealthy family of America. Some of the people are said to be born with the silver spoon in the mouth and so do I named as Kevin Willam, supposedly a good name, Am I right or not? I had everything, that every child could ever ask for or wanted to have. A loving family; a mother who cares a lot,  father who used to get me everything that I wanted, friends to play, enjoy and have fun in those shining days of summers and breezy days of winter and a  house full of luxury. Since my family was one of the wealthy families back in those days, I had a high-class lifestyle that hasn't given me such any memories. I was always in a comfort zone, I have never known the feeling of pain and sorrow. I used to keep smiling all those days and nothing more to tell about. 
                                            If I try to remember memorable moments of my life then I get nothing simply nothing. It's completely blank. Till my late 30's there is nothing about my life to tell. For me now being honest, I could feel my life was boring till the decades. A boring and completely worthless life. I was clueless and I didn't have any aim certainly I can say it that I didn't know the meaning of life and living boring life except having a smile on mom's face which used to make me feel like blessed.
                                          My mom, I could remember she had a charming smile and a sweet voice. She just used to smile all the time, knowing how to enjoy every single moment of life. She collected a lot of memories in her eyes. She loved to travel around the places, meet new people and especially she was fond of mountaineering and trekking. Till her 40's, I think she had climbed many peaks. But she got injured while she was on the trek then afterward her smile got faded. She used to sit in her room just thinking and she had developed a habit of reading. The 30 April 1988, my life darkest day which always haunts me. That day my mom got expired at the age of 54. I still regret that I was not able to be with my mom during her last moments. I just wanted to be there with my mom at those moments, trying to make her smile. But I couldn't able to do it. I was out of town and I remember while I was going mom told me not to go after 2-3 days but I didn't listen to her and I went. I don't remember why I went off the town but when I try to remember deeply, I see myself crying while I locked myself in the bathroom. I think I had cried the whole night that day. And in the morning I woke up, called my friend Jane and after talking to her, I went back home as fast as I could possibly. When I came home, I just ran into my mom's room. My eyes were completely filled with tears, I grabbed my mom's photo which was kept in the table near her bed and cried a lot. I didn't want to stop crying. I wanted to say "Goodbye" to mom for last time  
                                         After some time, the room door just got opened and my father came in slowly. He was walking slowly with light steps. I could completely remember each and every single word's that he told me at those moments. Whenever I tried to remember it back I feel like that he is standing in front of me and saying it. He said, "son get-up". With the tears flowing down my eyes, not able to figure about the matter, I tried to get up slowly after listening to his numb voice. Then my father hugged with his eyes too filled with tears. He was trying not to let his tears fell from his eyes. He might want to be stronger in front of me so that I could not be broken furthermore. He told me, son, it's a life and journey always keeps going. Try to accept the law of nature and wipe out your tears, "men don't cry, be strong". I could feel the numbness and pain in my father's voice. I held my self and try to control my tears. I was trying to wipe out the tears. It took me some time but I controlled my tears and then after some time my father left the room and while leaving the room he said, "don't cry my son, Have a smile on your face because your mom is looking from somewhere and she always wanted to see a smile in your face".
                                                       After that moment I tried to be tough and not let my tears come down my eyes. My life got surrounded by the darkest nights and cloudy days. I was not able to overcome that day.                                                   
                                                                                          ...............To be continued 


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December 26, 2019 at 9:04 AM ×

Very good story....
How long it will take for next part???

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Anonymous
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December 26, 2019 at 9:09 AM ×

Hi, I am from Singapore and I loved this story.

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December 26, 2019 at 9:12 AM ×

I am from Canada and my name is drew. The story was so awesome and waiting for the next part

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Anonymous
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December 26, 2019 at 9:21 AM ×

Hey, it's jade from America , the story is getting good but there are some mistakes. I hope you won't repeat those mistakes again

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