My daughter .......my strength

I had a lovely childhood ... cared loved sometimes strict but always loved , not too much freedom but never felt the need for it since my home was heaven ..........

Amma who always pampered us ,

brought us gifts when she came from office , brought me my little girl things ...

nail polish (my first one was red colour) , my bangles , hair bands so many things ......always calm , never shouted ........my perfect mother .

Achan ....my strict father ......who loves us a lot ...

go to play at 5 p.m and come back at 6 pm , wow have i got beatings or what !!!!

....but i later realised it was for my good ,

and each beating gave him more pain thatn it gave me .

seema... my little sis, my playmate , my relief in my loneliness when parents went for jobs , my confidant , my little boli .

Then i got married ....... and suddenly life changed ......

i was no longer the pampered daughter or loved sis , i was an elder lost in a new world full of new faces , decisions , problems , loneliness , worries in short lost alone .........

I desperately craved for my parents love , my mothers lap , my sisters funny chats , our games .everything was different , new .

Then God gave me Ammu ........

my little daughter , my strength , my weakness , my joy , my fear , my life , my everything

And in a second she brought back everthything into my life ..........

fun , care , love , games , silly talks , chats , everything.

She is just 5 now , a little chubby darling , my angel who gives me unconditional love ,

who remembers my details more than my self , who knows my dresses more than myself ,

who checks if my slippers match my dress before i leave the house ,

who loves any stupid thing i cook and eats it with " yummy , amma undakanadhu endhu nalladha " ( yummy , whatever my mother cooks is so good ).

Who asks me " amma kazhicho ? did you eat "

Who runs to me suddenly and keeps her little dimpled hands on my cheeks and fondly says " you are my best friend !"

Who first word in the morning and last word at night is amma ...

Whose twinkle in the eye welcomes me whenever i reach home from work , followed by the wild hugs.

Who runs to get water even if a single cough comes from me .

What more do i need .................. Touch wood and thank you GOD for her , my friend , my strength , my life