Our creative story writing sessions are an opportunity for residents to come together and create imaginative stories. For Mother’s Day, we had a special session and you can read our story below.
To Mother with love
My mum was 48 when I was born, and my two sisters were pregnant with their first child. The village was situated on the right bank of the Danube river, where all the women were busy knitting booties for newborn babies. My father was making a living out of fishing. We had fish every night for dinner. I was rowing the other side of Danube when I was 18 years old. The river flowed fast in summer and froze over in winter. At this time, nearly winter, my mother was very busy getting organized winter clothes. At that time there was no hospital for a baby to be born. The midwife came to the home to deliver the baby. The baby was delivered at night by candlelight and cried till dawn and kept everyone awake. The milkman called and was welcomed to the home to see the baby. My siblings helped mum by doing the housework and the cooking. We used to sit around the fire and have little jokes to make the atmosphere lively and happy. Uncle Harry called home and joined us in the meal. He was a great cook and made hot soup, toast, fish cake and fish soup for all of us. He always tried to entertain mum as she was worried about how to bring up the children. He made the bread at home and had a big oven made of clay. Sometimes, the neighbour knew that mum was cooking the bread because they can smell it from outside. When I grew up, I learnt how to cook beautiful bread from mum. My mum gave her best to raise her children well and also gave us the best values. I still remember every Sunday we used to go to Church. On this mother’s day, all we can say mum we miss you and love you. You are always in our hearts and thoughts. Love you, Mum……
