When i was in Melbourne, i remember watching Audrey Hepburn’s movies over and over again especially Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Sabrina, Roman Holiday, Charade as i curled in my bed with the entire pizza to myself. When i think of Audrey, i would somehow think of Paris – the Seine, her timeless beauty and elegance; just like the city. I had always wanted to go to Paris, i would imagine sitting at one of their beautiful cafés overlooking La tour Eiffel , relishing their fresh baguette et fromage with un bon chocolat chaud and just basking in the warmth of European sunshine. Surely, in a beautiful classic black dress, with red lipstick and hair all bunned up.
Going to Paris, i thought, would be a dream come true. I had the picture of the Eiffel on my screensaver for the longest time and i had once thought, it was a distant dream and there was certainly no way it could happen anytime soon. At least, it seemed almost unrealistic. So when i had found myself standing in front of the majestic grandeur, the gorgeous lady itself, i had told mom to pinch me. Pinch me hard. She did. I knew then that that was not a dream — i was there. I thought the city would disappoint me, but it did not. Everywhere i go, every street i had gone to, there she was, manifesting her charm from behind those beguiling Parisian buildings that i had grown to love. Fortunately, we did not come across unfriendly Parisians as they would call them. Everyone we met was so welcoming and amiable.
It’s true, it is even as beautiful at night as it is during the day, it is beautiful when it is raining or when it is freezing cold. The city is absurdly photogenic. Alas, i had gone during winter and i only had two days. So there was no time for me to get to know the city. I wanted to wander and going on unplanned routes. I wanted to go to every street and every café the city has to offer and for that, i am always a bit upset about that. Nevertheless, i have never felt so grateful for such magnificent opportunity to stand before this beauty. I can’t wait to be back again.
She is not just my mother, she is my best friend, my big sister, my partner in crime, my soul, my everything. I have never met someone with such a wonderful heart, who loves to give and give and never expects anything in return; who doesn’t have a hint of vengeance in her heart even if she has all the reasons to be vengeful. I never truly understood how she could be so sympathetic and patient even to those who are underserving but now i do. She has taught me so many great things in life that you could not put a price to that. When life starts to hit me hard, she will always be the one to hold me as i weep in her shoulders; caress my hair as she tells me that it is okay, things will get better. There is no way you could find someone who could support you or love you the way your mother does. God knows what i would have become if it weren’t for her. My light, my source of strength. I cannot imagine living life without her and the thought of it is enough to keep me in bed for good. I love you, mom.