Well, this post is dedicated to all the mothers in this world. Happy mother's day to all of you. But I would also like to take a moment here to thank the person because of whom I am living in this world and she is the one who enabled me with so much of courage and strength that today what I am, I am because of her. My Mumma. Today I want to thank you mumma for all the small things and big sacrifices you
made for me and bro.
I am the first-born of my mother. She literally tells me stories that she prayed from God to have me and when she finally held me the first time she knew
I was a part of her till eternity now. Though I don't remember much of my early childhood, my childhood photos with you can clearly tell that mumma you have the most fun in your life when you were with me. Your smile when you see me or bro cannot be described in words. Shifting to the city was not easy because my father has a transferable job and in order to keep my education continued in a good school my mother decided to raise me and my brother alone while my father was away for his job. I know mumma it was not easy raising us alone but we promise you all your hardship and sacrifices would come fruitful soon.
It wasn't until I was 14, I realized my mother was an amazing shopping partner. Luckily I and my mother share the same body structure and figure
right from the time I entered my teenage.
( And I am trying to be in her shape as much as I can, trust me she is a health freak). And I don't know how she always knew what I want. So the only person I trust for my shopping apart from myself is my mother because she always knows what I want. 😊
Apart from being chef who can practically cook anything of this world to learning the usage of app on phone from me, you showed me that it is not necessary that a person who is perfect can be a "know all". Your enthusiasm even today to learn something new leaves my enthusiasm way far behind.
You always inspired me to be strong specially when I was in the lowest phase of my life. Thank you mumma for handling all my mood swings. I can never forget how Papa use to call me Queen Elizabeth as you were always there for me with bed tea. As I said words would fell short if I start writing for you. So I would just end this thank you note by a poem I wrote for you.
Love you, Mumma.
She is my life...
From the moment I took a breath in this world...
She is my belief...
From the moment I first took steps on this earth...
She is my hope...
From my success to my failure...
She is my MAA...
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