She can be bold and brave on the outside, while inside she’s a vulnerable mess. She’s arrogant at times, but I know it’s just a mask to hide her fears and feelings of insecurity. She’s too protective of us, and sometimes gets sick worrying. We sisters dread her scoldings, but we know her love and unconditional care is unmatched anywhere in this world. She is very sentimental, yet finds it difficult to put her concern into the right words. She’s my first expert, and one of the most graceful persons I have ever come across. She is my mother, dearest Mumma.
I was very quiet and subdued as a child. I still am. I can imagine how difficult it was for her to deal with an introverted kid, and explain my over excited relatives why I was ever so silent. In my teenage years getting ready for a party or a ceremony where my immediate close cousins wouldn’t be present always made me apprehensive. And she had to appease me in all ways possible to make me attend it. She understood how lonely I felt in these get-togethers. She has played the biggest part in developing my social confidence and helped me to be sure and proud of who I am.
She’s the multitasking mother who proudly raised her two daughters- both poles apart in personality. My sister is outgoing, outspoken and an extrovert. Catering to our myriad needs while growing up, must have been tough. Nobody could have done such a demanding, never ending job. Her expert advices and tips for every problem, starting from pimples and stomach aches to difficult friendship and life issues, all do work so well for us. She tends to have a solution for everything.
Wherever my life takes me, in search of my calling and my dream, wherever I shall ever be, I’ll make sure to come back home. How many ever persons I meet, friends I make and cherish, and the one I may fall in love with, she’ll always remain my first priority. I’ll miss her delicious dishes and her nagging when I’m away from home. Will miss her a lot. My best, favorite expert.