SO HERE HOW IT GOES

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My sister usually makes the morning breakfast. On holidays I do, but because of my leg issue I can’t stand in the kitchen, for long. Cooking takes time. So today my sister made us sandwiches with two bread pieces, cut them into eight toasted with butter and some curry filling, and served my mother and me with coffee and she (she says) had spiced milk tea. I was busy with something, today being a holiday, and I clearly remember not seeing her having it after she served mother (photo) at the altar. We offer all that we have for meals to our deceased mother (near her photo). The food is then served to birds and squirrels in the afternoon and to a dog couple in the night. I jumped into action after having finished mine, when she was busy washing clothes and had gone to the terrace for drying. Yes, we are old school, we don’t have a washing machine. A bit about my sister. She has always been making sacrifices for the family, in many ways, ever since her childhood. After mother passed away, she didn’t have breakfast for a month and had only very less of the other two meals. After she joined work somewhere, she started preparing for herself as well. Wen father passed away we were very young, at school. She took upon herself the responsibility to take care of mother since then. So I made these fried pancakes (ghee paratha), just three, and despite her resistance, served her one of the three with curd. I was sure she didn’t have her breakfast, for usually she leaves her plate in the kitchen sink for washing later. And then what do I get to hear her saying over the phone to a friend or someone? That I wasn’t satisfied with the breakfast, and it is for myself that I had decided to take up this task, when otherwise I do not, with my leg excuse. I guess, I have to count the words I type per minute, to keep myself occupied. Pic Courtesy: thedeliciouscrescent.com