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This blog was inspired by Juno here. I like how she described 'meeting' her mother to commemorate this Mother's Day. I don't remember any particular instance of meeting my own Mother, but certain periods while growing-up stand out more than others. I have less starry-eyed tales to share about Mother, for she wasn't the everyday kind of mom that we all read and hear about from others who I don't envy by the way. Mother was as tough as she was brutally honest in her ways. She...

I met my mother when I turned 4. She gave birth to me but I'm not sure I remember the first three years of my life. I woke up that fateful day and little imp that I was, decided to explore the world with a pair of scissors or a penknife. I forget which. I cut my finger and went crying to mum, my white dress splattered with blood. To my surprise, she calmly treated my finger and I thought I got off lightly. Little did I know my punishment was about to hit me, and hard too. Mum said I had to hold...