A mother's letter-- IV
My dear Daughter, I still can’t believe you are four now! I mean, where and how did all these years whiz by me? Inspite of my whining and grumbling to the world about how you have left no stone unturned to make my life, umm well, frenzied (to put it gently); I realize now how ridiculously boring and uneventful my life would have been otherwise and I wouldn’t have anything to blog about here if not for your ..err.. rebellious, defiant and charismatic personality. So thanks to you for keeping my blog alive and giving me motivation to write about periodically! You entered your fourth year with a thud.. A thud with blood. Gosh! It still gives me a shiver when I think of that fateful day. We were having our dinner, your dad and I, and you were playing inside the room all alone (still curse ourselves for leaving you alone despite knowing your mischievous nature…sigh!) and suddenly we heard a loud thud from the room. We rushed inside to see what happened and there you were lying on the fl