Memories

"As a child I watched my mum prepare for the day. Laying across her bed I would pretend she was a queen. Her silver bangles clinked on her arms. Her bangles were not like the ones my aunt, grandmother, or other women in India wore--heavy gold with magnificent etchings. They came from Trinidad like my mum.

"Mummy, Najma Aunty says you have woolly hair like a sheep," I said repeating the words I overheard my aunt say to my grandmother.
"Don't listen to her," my mum said in a clipped tone as I watched her braid her hair into cornrows.Natural Elements