“She refused to let my sadness swallow me whole”
“You are my sandpaper – a tough-love kind of mum who shaped me into a better person. You don’t bother with sweet talk. You show me that you care by screaming at me to ensure I have my juice, milk and eggs, as well as calling me lO times to ask if I want to have tea.
Thank you for always pulling me out of deep wells that I fell into – like when I was going through my divorce. I was so ‘emo’, but you would scream at me to make sure I ate my meals. And you would talk and talk so I would not sink back into my depressed state. You even took care of my daughter so I could go back to work. You told me this was a learning journey, and that I needed to get up and move on. At that time, I felt you were being insensitive, but looking back now, I realise what you were trying to do. If you had let me wallow, I would have drowned in my sorrow and never found a way out.” – Sha Shamsi, 47