Category: Letters to my daughters
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Whispers in the dark
I tuck you in, kiss you goodnight and walk over to Ammani’s bed to do the same. I look at the tiny form so engulfed in the wide bed that I feel remorse. I blow you an extra kiss to keep my fears at bay and walk out into the darkness. I pause for a…
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Letters to my daughters – You make me a better person.
Dearest Kay and Cee, We live in tumultuous times. Scan the newspaper, watch the news and it seems like heartwarming stories are few and far in between. We are reminded time and again how driven by narrow agendas and greed we are as a nation and as a people. I am pretty sure parents of…
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Letters to my daughters: One year of school!
Am I dreaming or is it already a year since you both started school? Time flies doesn’t it? From the anxiety ridden, cell phone clutching scared mom, I have come a long way too! It feels like yesterday that I anguished over what to pack for lunch, if I dressed you weather-appropriately, if I had…
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Letters to my daughters – Tantrums and Tiaras
Dearest Kay and Cee, It’s been a while since I reflected on what you girls have been up to. Hmmm! Where do I start? It seems like suddenly the both of you graduated from being babies to proper little girls complete with tantrums and a mind decidedly your own. Our mornings are filled with squeals…
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Letters to my daughters – Homecoming
Dearest Kay and Cee, This week will mark a year since you first came home. Home as defined by the house we live in now. I remember one Tuesday in February last year, your Appa and I grinned from ear to ear as we got word that the ICPC process was complete and we were free…
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Letters to my daughters: First day of school
Dearest Kay and Cee, It’s just past noon today. A good two and half hours since Appa and I dropped you off at your school/daycare. I sit picking at my lunch and wondering if they changed your diaper. If you have been fed. If you are happy. If you are looking for paati or us.…
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Letters to my daughters
Dear KayCee, Appa and I woke up bleary eyed this morning from having been up at odd times during the night. Each time you wake up crying, I feel a mixture of weariness and fear. Weary of yet another sleepless night and fear of what might have caused you to cry. More often than not, Appa rushes…