Interview someone- a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman-and write a post based on their responses.
I wasn’t able to interview anyone from the above people, I’m going to write an imaginary interview with my mom. Based on her possible answers, I’m writing this post.
I grew up in a large family, my mother was always busy in the kitchen, she was the best cook in our family, of course my Dad was busy with his work at the office, I did not know whether he had any culinary skills, it’s okay if he was lacking in this particular area because he was brilliant in his work,he didn’t need anything else.
when I was not in school I’d be in the kitchen watching my mom cook, I remember she was preparing to bake a pound cake, we had that old fashioned weighing scale my mother would patiently weigh butter, flour and milk and mix them, she did not weigh the eggs, she knew how many she needed.I was so fascinated with the preparation,I asked my mom if I could also bake a little cake.
The right kind of utensil was a problem to bake a tiny cake,my mom came up with the idea of using the empty Quaker Oats tin, mom helped me to remove the cover I was excited I will bake a cake too, most of the work of greasing the pan, how much ingredients I’d need my mom helped with that too, the thought that I baked a cake made me very proud.
My Dad who was used to eating my mom’s cooking was happy to taste my little specimen.
There were times I’d ask my mom about our grandparents, she told me my grand father was easy going full of enthusiasm about everything,he depended on my mother for everything. My grandmother she said, had a bit of a temper if grandpa annoyed her she would refuse to feed him. My mom would quietly take the food and give it to him.
My mom had three sisters, one of them was eight years older than her,but she never helped granny with cooking,it was always my mom who was ready to help.
My mom had two brothers, both were younger than her, my mom’s siblings and her parents always depended on her, with cooking ,cleaning,sewing you name it mom did it all.
One day I came home from school, I saw mom crying, I asked my brother what happened, he showed me a letter, from Bangladesh, I took the letter and read it, there was news that grandpa passed away. I felt sad for mom but had no idea how to console her. Six months later mom got another bad news this time her mother passed away.
Mom was quiet for a while I know she wished she was there with her parents, when they died.
The sad news of the passing of both our grandparents in such a short time was painful for our mom, she was so amazing in spite of this she continued to cook for us.
The only regret I have is I wasn’t there when she passed away, fate is so cruel sometimes!