Like all little girls, If I didn’t have my way, I’d weep, when scolded, I’d cry, tears came easy.
Read moreThe Day I Became a Mother
This morning Saqib, my firstborn, sent me flowers for Mother’s Day. My thoughts went back to the day he was born. I went through my treasure chest and found the letter I had written to my mother in Pakistan when I had been a mother for just 4 days, telling her what it felt like to become a mom, to give birth far away from home
Read moreI Will Never Make That Call Again
Yesterday was Mothers Day. My son called me at 8:00 am, “Happy Mothers Day, Mom.” Relishing the moment, and robotically programmed, I reached out to call Mummy. Then stopped. She won’t take my call. Her phone is cut off. She doesn’t live there anymore.
Mummy stopped talking to me two years ago.
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