“Without mother’s helping hands father’s ambition for all of us was incomplete. She does not know much from the brain, but from the heart what she knows has no bounds. Sometimes during dinner, as we all gather around the fire, she tells stories of her childhood. Stories of how her happiness was taken away when her mother died when she was little. Stories of how she was married to live in a completely new environment at a very tender age. I know she has had a difficult life, the typical life destined for a rural Nepali girl. Even today she has her own sorrows to dwell on. So as we enjoy the food she has cooked we start making jokes to make her happy. We tell her, ‘Look, mother, the past is gone, we are all here with you, your good sons and daughters. Don’t you worry, we all will look after you.’ And jokingly she replies, ‘You kids cannot even look after yourselves, how will you look after me?’ “