A Mother’s Hands Sonali Mittal

father, who despite was who he was, made her realize there was more to life. My father is who broke the spell she was under. She cried and cried and I just sat on the floor behind the table, listening. It was almost as if she had a speaker and it was only her and I in that room. Teddy shook me back into reality and asked me if I was okay. I looked at him and nodded.

I reflect back on this time in my life because it was such a life altering moment. I learned a major lesson from my mother’s mistakes. As I got older and understood where we were and why we were there, I realized she had messed up for me. God taught me that drugs weren’t going to be for me. He made that loud and clear and I didn’t even have to experience it firsthand. To this day, I have broken that cycle. I broke that generational curse of addiction. I proudly stand next to my mother as she still fights her battles. I am her support system. I was there for her when I was seven and I’ll be there for her until I am seventy.