When i was 12'ish, my mom was my best friend - she never judged me, always corrected me and made me feel great about myself...
I went to college and i moved away from her...deliberately...i seldom shared stories and a part of me thought i could survive without her. We had huge arguments and my mum told me that she did not feel like she knew me anymore.It hurt, but i dint bother to find out whether there was truth behind those words...
I got married... i moved away...a new family,a new town,a new job and my own home. I fell back on my mom for everything... "how many spoons of sugar does the coffee need?" ; "How do i know that the rice is cooked just right?". Endless phonecalls and she never tired...never once said she's busy and doesnt have time for my silliness...I relied on her more..."Why do people expect so much out of me?"; "Why do i have to give up my precious time off work just cos someone needs pampering?". She gave me perfect answers - "Be yourself and do what you can"...
I found my old best friend...and i dont intend to let her slip away....
Friday, August 15, 2008
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