My favourite gal

“I hate girls,” said the boy to his mother. All they do is give orders and make me work. And if I resist they just cry, cry till the teacher scold me. They always have their way out. They wear pink and go all red if I don’t let them play. Seriously, mom, I hate them all.
The mother smilingly asked, “But, I’m a girl too. So you hate me as well?” To this the boy held her face and looked, “No, I love you the most, you’re a girl but you ain’t like anybody else.” The mother felt the warmth of the tiny hands and kissed her child.
Time flew and our boy was now a teenager. He had many friends and spent most of his time over the phone. He got introduced to a new kind of love, a love called puppy love. Now, he liked girls. And a particular girl who became his first love. He spoke to her all the time, be it morning or be at nights. His girl friend kept him busy and had less time for his mom. His mom never complained, she knew the boy have started liking girls now. They kept him busy, too busy to listen to his mom.
The first time his heart broke, he cried again. Held his mom and said, “Mom, you’re the best and wish girls were like you.” She nodded and held him tight. Life continued and soon he wasn’t a boy. He became a man. He hated when tagged as ‘momma’s boy’ and cracked when girls said he needs to grow up.
He kept falling in love, one after the other. Heartaches happened but he never cried because somebody had told him that ‘men don’t cry’. He was a man who had to deal with each loss so he never ran to his mom to grieve every loss. The mother missed him, his touch and his warmth. She kept saying, “I miss you very much”.
Then one day, he found his real love. Got settled with the blessings from his mom. He got too engrossed in his own life. His work and wife took most of his time. Then the kids came along and life got busier than ever before. His visit to the mom got curtailed to once a month. The mother never complained and she was happy in his happiness. He continued being busy while his mom kept getting older by the day.
Soon her time came to bid farewell. She fell sick and was ready to leave. The son felt tensed when the moment arrived. He cried like a baby, holding her in his arms. Prayed that she lives longer because he realized that she still is his favourite girl. He kissed her after a long time and said, “Mom, I forgot to tell you that no girl is like you. Nobody loves me like you. Nobody understands me like you. Please don’t leave me, I’m scared.”
The frail mom looked at him and smiled, “Don’t worry sonny, you’ll just be fine. You’re a man who doesn’t hate girls anymore.”