#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 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.
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