A belated tribute

My relationship with my mother was far from ideal. I had too many shortcomings as a daughter. There was some kind of a friction between us.

I wasn’t exactly the type of a repugnant daughter who shouts at or hurls invectives at their moms. I was just quiet and never told her my feelings when I didn’t like something she did. We neither treated one another as a friend nor a sister, like many of my friends did or still do.