Mothers

Mothers. I have 3 - one mama, one godma and one mumsy. My mama is someone you can't do without but if you see her for a prolonged period of time, you'll somehow feel like killing her, well, sometimes. It's like this: when she's not around, you actually miss her like crazy, but when you see her, you can't say that with the same conviction...heh...

My godma is the one who'd bought me beautiful clothes until I was about 12 or 13 but never seems to be able to get past beyond conversations like 'How's school?' when I was younger and now, 'How's work?' But she is one hell of a beautiful woman, oh yes...absolutely gorgeous even past the age of 50. Docile and nice, sometimes, I wish I were just like her.

Now, about my mumsy. Mumsy is not even blood-related to me. I met her at work; she's my reporting officer. Mumsy's messy - a cardboard box as a stationery holder with markers, pens, post-its, tapes and scraps of paper with scribblings on it - and forgetful. She forgets where she's left her reading glasses , which by the way, is usually on her head and she forgets where she's left her handy pouch after a visit to the ladies and she forgets to eat sometimes! But mumsy loves life and she understands people and she listens, and that's what I love about her.

Mothers. I have 3. You?