Mother - Always under appreciated

Generally my mother stays at home. She is a genuine homemaker. A garden, two-three chicken, my father, his mother, my third standard brother and then me are to be taken care of. Gardening, cooking, ironing, washing, moping etc goes on undisturbed and unnoticed everyday, thanks to her. All of us have become so used to cooked food, clean clothes etc that we started regarding them as standard accessories of living. And on one fine day, my mother and my brother escaped to her home.
When the official declaration was made over the dining table that she was going to her home to visit an aunt of mine (who had come from abroad) for a day or two, I never had understood the serious implication it would have on my life. She had gone to her home many times without me. What could be so different this time?
Tragic it was that she left on Saturday, the next being Sunday when I have to be ready by 6:15 to go for the coaching classes. Mission impossible IV without her.
On Sunday night, my father and I discussed our present situation and formed a strategy. There were two plans: Plan A : There is a hotel in the town that starts functioning at 5:30 am sharp. Get up at 5:45, go there, buy dosa and sambaar. return, eat and go to Trichur for coaching classes.
Plan B: Get up at 5:30, try to make an omlete and eat with a couple of bread slices. Have a cup of tea also and be ready at 6:15.
We took plan A as the main plan and plan B as the reserve. So Home alone has begun....
The world was against me. On the next morning at 5:30, the man who makes curry at the hotel, failed to turn up. Nothing could be done. So i brought it home and to my disgust, I was the one who had to eat it all. I am pretty sure that it was temporary relief for 'early morning' kind of people. It was rubbery and tasted like a mouthful of nothing. It was tasteless. May be the manufacturer could guarantee that it would keep stomachs well occupied and entertained for at least seven hours. Great!!! Exactly what I needed.
The entrance classes went smoothly. So it is not worth mentioning if one overlooked the strange sensations as my unidentifiable molecules I had consumed ruthlessly before seven hours.
Then it was lunch. I decided to have my lunch from a pretty good hotel. The usual statements like "You eat it or you will starve","eat something for my sake","eat is you want live", etc....were abruptly replaced by a curt and matter-of-fact "anything else?" and a no nonsense "here is your bill". A change can do you good. Well it is interesting and tangible change. But compared to the latter, the former aroused too much worry about tomorrow.
So by the end of the day when I saw my mother and brother reappearing in front of the house, glad i definitely was. But if you think that I ran to her and told her, how wonderful a talking, walking, cooking, ironing and washing she was to all of us,you are wrong. I am much peace loving. But you think that i told how important she is to all of us-stupid fools who don't know how to make a decent tea, you are again wrong. And if think that, I , the ungrateful dirty brute didn't utter a word to her and succumbed to the enormous patches of ego and ill will all over me, you are right.
And I don't think that I would let her know that she in special. Unless may be if some one would hold this page under her nose and ask her to read it aloud, which is highly improbable, she may never know it at all. i have no idea who said that some people are always under appreciated and some relations understated, but whoever said, well said.

credits,
Alen Paul George