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My Mama Before Me | MAMANUSHKA
I used to be a Daddy’s girl. Eldest child. Sure of myself and my place in the world. ‘Aunty ki bachi’ my sisters would mockingly call me alluding to my people pleasing nature. I always thought my dad was right. He was the tallest, the strongest, the ‘rightest’. The one with the best stories and biggest hugs. I rarely sided with my mum. Papa was like a ‘friend’ to me, Mama was my ‘Mother’ through and through. But after I married and moved to a different country, I suddenly saw my mother in a different light, a way I had not given much thought to. There was this palpable shift. Suddenly our phone conversations were longer, we were laughing on things that had never before been common ground. I found myself realising that yes, my dad had sometimes been wrong! Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised that this change in perspective happened after I got married, but I was. How was it than in 25 years I had only seen my mum as ‘Mama’. Only appreciated her as my Mother, never seen her as the woman she was before I came along. Within a week of our wedding day, my …