
11/08/2025
Some people leave behind more than just memories — they leave behind little acts of love that stay with you forever.
My aunt was like a second mother to me while I was growing up in our big, bustling home. Among the many memories I carry, there’s one that always makes me smile.
As a child, I stopped eating chickoo after finding a worm in one once. Every year, during a family gathering with over 80 people, she quietly made sure to remove a huge bowl of fruit salad beofre downtown added chickoos in it — just so I wouldn’t have to worry and eat one of my favourite dishes as a kid.
That was her — love in the smallest details, care in ways no one else would even notice. I will miss her deeply, but I will always hold on to the comfort of knowing I was loved like that.