Nitara Ji's tears flowed continuously, her voice choked with emotion. She could say no more.
Amayra, overwhelmed by her mother's words, finally let her tears flow. She hugged her mother tightly and sobbed, "No, Mom, you're not a bad mother at all. I'm the bad daughter who hurt you for three years, who left the mother who only thought of me and my father's dreams."
"I turned away from you. Forgive me, Mom. You don't know how much I've suffered, just as you have, these past three years. But I can't accept that man as my father, nor can I accept the people in this house as my own."
"I just want my mother's love, to rest my head in her lap, be sung to sleep, be fed by her hands, and find peace in her comforting touch when I am troubled."
I missed all this so much," Amayra cried, pouring her heart out. For the first time in three years, mother and daughter were expressing their true feelings, perhaps finally breaking down the wall between them.
Outside the room, Bhavesh Ji stood by the door. He had intended to enter but stopped, not wanting to disturb this precious moment between mother and daughter. His eyes filled with tears as he listened.
A hand on his shoulder made him turn. Saanvi stepped forward and said, "I know our little sister is very innocent. She just needs time. Today she reached out to her mother; soon, she will accept us as her family and you as her father."
"Just give her time. We were all here together to support Mom, but she was alone and saw a lot."
Bhavesh Ji smiled and patted Saanvi on the head, "My girl is very understanding. I believe my other daughter will be the same." With that, he walked away.