The Mother of the House

I am beyond thrilled to have my work featured in Brain, Child magazine.

My mother tells me that she doesn’t know what home is anymore. I sigh, not wanting the words to land. She sits at my dining table, while I make her fresh roti, an Indian bread that I devoured as a little girl. Her hands lay in her lap and her half-smile reflects her ambivalence. I notice her veins, the bright blue lines laying roads on her arms.
“I don’t get it, Mom. What do you mean? When you are with family it isn’t enough. You also complain that your apartment feels lonely. Which one is it?” I flip the round roti on our stove, my elbows awkward and displaced as I try to save the bread from burning.

Please read the essay here, http://www.brainchildmag.com/2015/01/the-mother-of-the-house/.  I also would appreciate your feedback. Please comment on the main link. Thank you so much. This is an absolute honor.