When My Mum Drags Me Places

when my mum drags me places

I think I speak for the entire teenage population on Earth when I say I hate it when my mum drags me places. It’s even worse if she is visiting people she knew ages ago.

A few months ago, she asked me to accompany her to a funeral in her hometown. I honestly didn’t mind going to a funeral, but I did mind that it was going to take an entire day. Before you judge me, let me explain why it’s going to take all day. The funeral would only take an hour, but since it’s my mum’s hometown she will probably know everyone she meets in the street. And in Sri Lanka, if you meet someone you know in the street, it’s rude to not chat for a bit. That is why it was going to take all day.

After a lot of complaining (and I mean a LOT), I agreed to go with her. I was a little bit curious to meet the widower. I had heard my mum and her sister refer to him often, and had deduced that he was a prominent figure in their childhood. All I knew about him was that he owned a small grocery store and that everyone called him ‘Kalu Mahatteya’, which translated as ‘dark gentleman’ (or something close to that). Anyone called by such an odd name was certainly interesting.

I must say I was a little disappointed to find that his skin complexion was not as dark as I had expected. I suppose he would seem quite dark to someone from the other end of the world, but from the different shades of brown that can be seen among Sri Lankans, his was a shade lighter than dark.

I will spare you the details of meeting Kalu Mahatteya, except that his daughter-in-law brought us tea that had way too much sugar in it. The second we stepped onto the street outside his gate, I knew that we are now going to spend the rest of the day talking to people and dreaded it.

I was groaning inside and wishing my mum would just get a tuk-tuk to go to her brother’s house which was close by. Unfortunately, it’s a proven fact that parents always do the exact opposite of what you wish they would do. We started walking to my uncle’s house.

It took nearly two hours! Dear reader, my uncle’s house was less than 500m away.Taking into account the fact that my mum walks slower than most people, it should have only taken us twenty minutes (maximum). But we met people on our way—a lot of people. And she stopped to chat with every single one of them. Two of them even invited us to their homes.

In the first house they gave us homemade sweets called ‘ambaralla dosi’, which was sugar-coated ambaralla. I had never had any so they were all the more eager to let me try it. (This trip was proving to be quite dangerous to my health as this too was very sweet.)

I have always prided myself in the fact that all my aunts are such great cooks. When we finally arrived at my uncle’s house, my aunt had prepared lunch for us.  The food was delicious! It’s amazing how food can lift your spirits.

If I had stayed home that day, I could have done a  lot of important things like my homework. On second thought, I probably wouldn’t have done my homework. But I made my mum happy by accompanying her. Even though she did not communicate it to me verbally, I have lived with her long enough (basically my entire life) to know she appreciated my presence.

At the end of the day, I regretted nothing. I made my mum happy. I gained some new and interesting memories (and probably diabetes too). More importantly, I have a blog post that means nothing to anyone except myself.

 

 

 

 

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Thank you Janani 🙂

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  2. Janani Randhula says:

    Wow sarah you just keep proving the fact that you got a great person in you, both as a writer and as a daughter. Good luck. Let me tel you i was really captivated by this an the fact that this was written by an almost 18 year old never struk me til i finished. Keep up the good work. I’m hoping to read your own books someday 😉

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  3. That’s my mum. I look waaaay younger. I’m still 17

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  4. Adil Hyder says:

    Nice one. Is the title picture of you or your mom?

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  5. Thank you so much Auntie Shelley 🙂 I am so glad my post was a blessing to you. We miss you all

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  6. shelley merritt says:

    Actually you have a blog post that blesses other people…not just yourself! 🙂 I love this post! I love how you died to yourself and your own desires to serve your Mom. That is love in action, and it is beautiful. Your post challenges me to listen to the small voice of the Holy Spirit leading me to do the simple (but not easy) things, like you did to give and bless others. I’m proud to know you, Sarah! You are a beautiful young lady both outwardly and in your heart and attitude. Hugs from Manila!

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