I remebered my mother with her beautiful blue eyes, and that smile that I see sometime in my daughter’s face. She was kind to other people and hard working. As young children, my brother and I spent time trying to protect her against our father’s drunken violence.
Then, we were taken away to boarding schools. I missed mum so much, I couldn’t speak for awhile, I was crying a lot, having nightmares. I would see her from time to time, was so happy. I kept writing to her, and could smell home in her letters.
I loved my mother so much, I would worry about her, but I couldn’t live at home, she became sick. As I left the country to come to Australia. I continued writing to her. Every time my husband and I went O/S, we would visit, to spend time with her.
I was told that she passed away when she was buried. I miss my mum, I miss my childhood with her and cry.