#MyFirstExpert
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 lone