This time around, there's nothing happy to share. Aug 15 is a day the whole nation celebrates happily. But for me and my sister (I doubt if she would even remember )the date has turned to one that we can never forget.
It was when I was in the V standard, my parents went out to meet a specialist leaving us under the care of a family friend. We hardly knew what was in store for us. My dad came back with ten stitches behind his ear lobes and my mom with a shattered confidence to get on to the Chetak.
On the way back, my parents met with an accident. I would not want to get into details here. Its just by sheer luck I have my parents alive and kicking today is all that I want to let you all know.
But did that make me a doting obedient daughter? No, never until this day. I have been a brat all my life and still am a brat to my husband and daughter.
This post is in response to the event Feb Challenge : A story for every picture, a picture for every story on the Marathon Bloggers group on FB.
It was when I was in the V standard, my parents went out to meet a specialist leaving us under the care of a family friend. We hardly knew what was in store for us. My dad came back with ten stitches behind his ear lobes and my mom with a shattered confidence to get on to the Chetak.
On the way back, my parents met with an accident. I would not want to get into details here. Its just by sheer luck I have my parents alive and kicking today is all that I want to let you all know.
But did that make me a doting obedient daughter? No, never until this day. I have been a brat all my life and still am a brat to my husband and daughter.
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