When my grandmother realized the weight of her daughter, my mother, without a husband, she was furious. She made my mother’s life unbearable, but she kept talking and talking.
On my birthday, my grandmother locked my mother in the house and left with the key. A long way down the road I met my sister, a former paramedic, who took the key and went to help my mother. I was so happy that my mother nurtured me with great love. And my grandmother taught me how to be a good cook and a good cook. And although I helped her a lot, whenever she failed, she would call me whatever words she wanted. As a child, I did not know what they meant, but I felt angry. Her husband died early, she raised her mother by herself, so she should remember how hard it is to carry a child by herself. I never felt like a man. I had no grandfather, no mother, no brother.
In time, my mother married and gave birth to two more children, but her husband did not live long, unfortunately. My grandmother loved those children much more than me and was always affectionate and attentive to them. I envied them.
My grandmother is no longer with me at this wedding and I am not a child anymore, but when I remember my childhood, I am somehow different from you. And her words still stick in your head and turn your heart.
Once I was in a shop with my mother, and a woman I knew came in and bought a whole bunch of fruit and different flavors. She said that the daughter who was going to become her mother and she needed her to take her in, even though the whole village knew that the daughter had no husband. That sincerity and love for the child made my mother so happy that she remembered her youth and the curses she had to endure for a long time.
I love my mother and I am grateful to her for giving birth to me and going through all that for me, she never treated me badly. This is the same sincerity to her own child, boundless maternal love.
And what would you do if you were your grandmother?
