Mum and I haven't always got on well. We fight more often than not, we don't understand each other, we hurt each other. This has been happening since I was a teenager. My brother was the wonder child, I was the odd one out. I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend at sixteen and when I trusted her and told her I was in love with one of my classmates, all she said was "I'll tell your father and you will be punished very severely." I was glad she told Dad because he did not threaten with punishment, he just asked me to talk about it. And I remember we had a great talk and I felt like I was talking to my best friend.
When I met Alkis - my husband - at eighteen, mum was furious! According to her, he was much older than me (7 years older!) and most importantly, he was poor! Dad said he wanted to talk to me about Alkis. He asked me if he loved me and if I loved him and the answer was yes. Then Dad said : "That's all that matters and I trust you." You can say, I was daddy's girl, and I still miss him so much. I don't think I'll ever get over his passing away seven years ago.
Mum and I still argue a lot. Mostly for trivial matters . Yet, I owe her a lot. I owe her who I am and if I was mad at her at times, I would like to apologise because I love her very much. I am not a mother myself, but right now I would like to tell the whole world how much I love my mum. She's the world to me!. s