My niece had been pretty excited for a couple of weeks about the mother's day function that was lined up at her school for today. Whenever she'd visit, she'd show me the poems, the acts, the dances she was participating in. The plans they had made in school to surprise mommies with the invitations and the little hand made gifts they were all making!..she couldn't talk about anything but that for all these days (since she wasn't supposed to talk to mommy about it, I got all the juicy details ) and thanks to that I got to learn a lot of fun dances like the 'boogie woogie' and poems like 'we're a happy family'.
Over the weekend, Bhabi asked me to join her for the function, I was elated! I so wanted to see my niece perform.
The auditorium was decorated only with stuff made by the children. It was very impressive. My bhabi (like all parents do )went bezerk with the camera. She even took picture of the floor! Huff.. I was like a legal alien there... but I was engrossed the moment I saw my niece walk in, she was walking on air with confidence and excitement .
The function went very well, all the kids shined and my niece was the moon (naturally). The Arabic song, the French song, the interpretive dance, all was amazingly impressive for 4 year olds.
At the end of the concert the music teacher came to the mic, and said "this song is older than I am, my mom sang it to me, and I sang it to my daughter who is now 20 years old"
Its been 20 years that my mom has passed on, and I don't remember the moment when I stopped missing her, when her warmth faded from my memories, when I stopped hearing her voice, when she just became a picture in the frame for me. But shamefully or sadly so, that's all she had become for me. An indifferent faded memory that stopped coming alive a long time back.
But today when that teacher sang 'quay sera sera' my mom suddenly came alive, I could hear her singing softly to the strum of the guitar (as I suddenly had a flashback that she used to when I was a little girl), it was an irreplaceable and overwhelming feeling that was equally warm and satisfying....And for a moment I secretly wished I could tell my mom 'Happy Mother's Day'
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