Mother used to cook for us her favourite dish in every weekend. Her manifestation while cooking her favourite cuisine was a treat to watch. Wearing her favourite apron above her favourite weekend white frock, the reflection of her messy curly hair strands shining by the beam of morning sunrays from the glass of kitchen windows used to catche our eyes. Her persona used to blend in with the environment and yet always grabbed the attentions. Divulging in the recipes and giving the best taste in her favourite cuisine, one can say she was a magic turned into human. We were just spell bounded under the golden sprinkle shower waiting to engrossed with even more of that.
'She was passionate about cooking. It was just sometimes she cooked something and I didn't like it. It was most of times with Omurice and it's the very dish she used to cook most of times,' my dad always says this to make me laugh which always works.
Recalling her presence isn't something we do occasionally. Mom was a spine of our family. She was the key to our happiness and that's why her departure affected us deeply. We promised ourselves that we will never let her departure weaken us to the point where we forgot living. Even after seven years we feel lack of her but somehow she is the one who is holding us together. She is helping us to get through heavy moments.
After the moments of reminisces, Dad wipes his tears and smiles, he firmly holds my hand "dear almighty, we thank you for all the good times and for being there with us in our bad" dad starts his prayers, "even when we fall weak you gave us reason and faith to hold on to. Thank you for giving such a beautiful family and the time I had and having with them. Give us strength to make the best memories of what we'll have in the future from what we are remained with."
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