Pattu bounds down the stairs each morning, a full hour before her sister Ammu wakes. Some days she hugs me
She stands in her batik printed dress, the silky fabric clinging to her body as she strikes a pose for
Ammu nuzzles my cheek with her nose, throws her arms around my neck, kisses me and flits off to do
I rummage through the bin holding the stacked, folded clothes. A black polka dotted legging catches my eye. I pull
Sometime late last year, I browsed the local schools online trying to find out what the process was like to
In the craziness of the morning rush, I paused on my way upstairs to see this. Siblings playing with empty
This is more of a diary like entry for me so Kay and Cee can someday read back and know
What can I say? Happy week ahead folks!
Stepping out my shower, I heard Amma’s voice unusually calm asking “Are you done? Please come out. Cee is bleeding.”.
It was late night one Thursday in January that a number flashed on our home phone that was strange and
10:30 PM – Call it a day 11:30 PM – Sounds of Cee crying. Wonder if I should let her
Early this morning I woke up in the pre dawn hours to offer prayers to the forces unknown on the
Stretching lazily I glance at the clock. It’s about 10 minutes to 6:00 AM. Ten minutes before the alarm would
It’s been a week since K and I took the girls into our family promising to cherish and love them