Strokes Of Pen

“You are doing right. I am with you”, my mom said. “Okay Mom, do not freak me out. I was so scared”, I said from the back of my cupboard. “I didn’t mean to.” “I know. Anyways, what were you saying?” “You are doing right. I have left on you to choose your path…” I jumped on my bed and could feel her hands waving through my hair. “… I know you will do right. But at times you are wrong too. Listen to your brother; he has some serious advice on health.”

Dear Family, It is amazing that how my life changed overnight.  My surname (and in some cases name) has changed, my identity has changed, my area, my room, my house, decorations, food habits, kitchen, my blankets, pillows, colors on the wall… everything has changed! I am adapting to this new atmosphere and to this, new house but I remember you. Like any other child, I took you all for granted. I never thanked you enough to make me the girl I am today. Thanks to you, I am receiving lot of appreciation in my new home.