Am I superstitious? Perhaps I just don’t like tempting fate; therefore I shall write about someone who was the most meaningful character in my younger life.
My mother was the most energetic woman I have ever known. She was a chocoholic, and needed that boost to achieve all she did. She kept a prolific garden, chooks, household with husband and five children, clothed and fed. Not just washing and ironing said clothes, but making many of them as well. Working on committees and boards she fitted into her busy schedule, as well as keeping up with her busy social life.
When I moved back to my home- town with two small children, mother was there to support me. I stayed with my parents for three months to find my feet. My parents bought the house I moved into. We worked together painting this house. My mother made the curtains, and she helped me cover cheap furniture that we found at an auction.
Teaching me to take cuttings for the garden and how to sew, were just a couple of the many things she generously imparted. I was always grateful for any cooking and childcare hints she was able to share. My life would have been so different without this dependable person’s support and love, especially at the many tricky times in my life.
When I was isolated, living overseas, my mother would write at least one letter every week. Her love gave me the strength to have faith in myself. Living with a husband who was bi-polar wasn’t easy, but knowing I was loved made all the difference.
Do or Die by Michelle W.
You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favourite person, place or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go!