The long awaited day has come.
Fifteen years feels like yesterday, when I could make use of my eyesight, sit at the balcony and shed unseen tears.
With your countless rigorous beatings, you left me visually impaired.
In my darkness, I can see the anger on your face, each time I Call you pumpkin,
I see the dimple underneath your chin
I see the scars and bruises you gave me
creating crisscross patterns on my skin,
but the day I waited fifteen years back came today with just a sorry from you.
I’m already too relieved to grieve.