Growing up has been a
wonderful experience. So far it has been a joyous journey that has seen its
fair share of love and hate, peace and war, friendship and fall-outs, elation
and disappointment, and in many ways a lot of other things.
There are some of those
wonderful moments in time that i remember sharing with you; while there have
been those that have been told to me over any and many of those numerous
breakfast, lunch and dinner conversations that have been narrated with a lot of
animation. The conversations that have most certainly always regaled all of us,
no matter how many times they have been told. All those wonderful reminisces
that have either made us fall out of our chairs laughing, or have left us with
a loving smile on our faces.
I have been told about
the nights that you had been awake, in order to get me to sleep, holding me
tenderly in your arms, close to your warm and assuring body. I have been told
about the mornings and the noon’s that you had spent playing with me and about
the evenings that you had lovingly dangled me on your knees, making me laugh
with your antics.
You held my hands and
helped me walk. You dried my tears with your reassurances whenever i fell, and
showed me the way. While growing up i remember coming to you all the time for
that extra money, which was always needed but never could’ve been saved from
the pocket money. And in my teens you would listen to my incessant rants about
the unjustness of life, love and relationships.
In sickness you would
sit by my side holding my hand, comforting me. Yet you would never ask me to do
the same for you, when unwell.
How i remember all the
things that you have done for me.
