Today I woke up at 10am and started working on the badminton tournament as usual. That means I’m staying in front of the computer fixing deadlines on what needs to be done and making phone calls to arrange stuff. Amma called me twice and yelled twice to have breakfast (milk rice) but I said I’ll at once have lunch. Next thing I know she brings everything to my desk. I couldn’t even say thank you because I was on a phone call trying to get free projectors for S. Thomas sports complex on the day of the tournament.
Regardless of the child’s age, how mothers work is “feed child”.
