I love Sundays
When we were kids, Sundays were for attending mass and then coming home to special meals cooked by mom.
In boarding school, Sundays were for visits from mom with chapatis, chips, cake!! Every single Sunday! She never missed a single Sunday
In University, Sundays were for calling mom. I never missed a Sunday.
Mom loved Sundays, having guests over, cooking when she still could, talking, laughing her head off..sigh
Sundays have always been special. Though now they are tinged with a sad, sweet, nostalgic, melancholic hue of longing and love, I still love me a Sunday. And I miss my mom every Sunday and everyday.
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Thanks for sharing those memories my dear friend!!! They sure sound like sweet fond memories!!! I’m glad that even now you can look back and remember all of your wonderful Sunday’s. It is truly a very special day of the week!!! Thanks for sharing💙❤️💚💜
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