My mommy ❤

My mommy preparing for a religious celebration.
Foster City, California
by: Shirsha Basu

I always thought there was a certain age when I'd be perfect. An age when I'd be able to fold bedsheets into perfect rectangles. An age when I'd be able to manage both my professional life and family life without making mistakes. An age when I'd learn how to give big bear hugs that could cure even the worst heart aches. An age when I'd be able to remember every appointment without reminders or calendars. An age when I'd be able to give up everything for the happiness of others, without thinking twice about it. But now that I'm older, I know I'll never be as perfect as my mommy. ❤