Age 5
Dear mammy, as I write this down I can picture your smiling face in front of me, perhaps that's the only way that I've seen of you, always smiling. The oldest memory that I have of you is from when I was just a small girl. I know how dad not being at home put all the pressure on you. I know how you struggled to make sure that I got all the proper nutrition I needed as a baby. You took care of grandma and grandpa, did the all house chores. Even after all this everyone in the household frowned at you, but you smiled through it all, or maybe you cried too, maybe you cried alone, I'm sorry you had to cry alone. I remember waking up in a dark room and calling out your name, you'll rush to my side with a bottle of warm milk. As I sit there drinking it you'll sit beside me doing my disheveled hair, even though you know grandma is gonna scold you for not tending to the kitchen. All that time when you forced me to eat that boiled egg or finish a full bottle of milk, I never realized that you had sacrificed your share of it so that I could have it. All those little sacrifices that you made for me, I may not have realized it back then, but now when I look back, all these sacrifices of yours made me who I am today.
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