She turned me upside down. I yelled. She patted me, I started breathing even better. She let me cry to open up my lungs. I was so glad she was there. She fed me, she helped me walk. I stammered and then she realized I was not to be forcefully made right handed. The crossover in my head was intensified when I used my right hand; because I was left dominant. I said nothing. She dragged me to wear clothes grown up would; I was confused but I obeyed.she had taught me to. I was told study for upto 70% and I worked upto 67%. I did all I could. .then she became indifferent. She would spend more time gurgling on his little tummy and let me be beaten in front of her eyes. She told me once she could never see me cry. Here I was, a swollen pulp of purple flesh. She apologized. I was told to forgive. .but I never forgot. the episode still drenches my soul to sniff every time I recall the incident. She fretted around greeting guests. I waited. in all my bridal finery.I simply waited. She did her duties because I made a decision to tie the knot with someone who was so similar to her. Today she dragged me out of the house, with my daughter in tow.she's gone . she'll never return as I have been told never to see her face.I am glad I am me. because I hear the same word from a naughty little elf who tugs at my finger. it resounds the same feeling that she might have felt.a repetition of the same word.Maa.
