MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER |
WE MIGHT BE POOR, YOUR SHOES MIGHT BE BROKEN, BUT REMEMBER OUR MIND IS A PALACE AND OUR HEART IS RICH,
-My MUM said.
REST IN PEACE AMA, YOU WILL BE IN MY HEART 4EVER.
My parents helped me to be independent and strong, allowed me to experience life on my own terms, they had let me walk for 5km towards school (Trashi Gang Jr. School) and back home (My village: Pam,Kheri). I studied as dayscholer.
My childhood was painful in some way. The emotion that gripped me was too deep and intense that in the end it left me raw, exposed and yes in pain that it had led me become a better person and let me believe more in my self.
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| My MUM Dorji Lhazom & Daddy Lt. Chorten Tshering. |
I was the youngest child in the family (generally believed that youngest child are most pampered and always had more attention from their parents and family members yet in my case it was a complete different story). My brothers and sisters were already in government jobs and my eldest brother Kuenga was serving as Lopen (religious teacher) at Trashigang Dzong leading a comfortable life but they had their own life and were helpless.
My part time work during the cold winter was to accompany my Lt. Dad visiting in and around our village performing rituals ceremony as and when the villagers invited us. The little money I earned, I used to spend in buying my school stuffs such as uniform, stationary and so on. I vividly remember that I wore the same uniform for almost 4 years, I didn’t even have school shoes nevertheless I was lucky enough to have a pair of slippers.
The unforgettable day in my life would be the day I received an empty envelope from Thimphu (letter send by my loving brother and sister, I understand they might have forgotten to put the letter inside due to some unavoidable circumstances) That was the first and last letter i had ever received.
No matter how much suffering endured, we never want to let go and forget those memories. The worst part of holding the memories was not the pain but it is the loneliness, memories needs to be expressed.
"ALL THAT I AM, OR EVER HOPE TO BE, I OWE TO MY ANGEL MOTHER."
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Beautifully written, Keep going.
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