You are the greatest pick that strums my heart strings.
My first memories of you are one of a steely woman whose life revolved around her children. I remember the smell of your skin when you were a young woman bringing me and Buro up. At that age I thought you were very harsh. You were unhappy with your in-laws. Today I see your soft heart that has gone past that hurt and pain. I think you have genuinely forgiven everybody who has hurt you today.
You are the life of the party wherever you go. Your jokes always make people laugh and you are a superb conversationalist. I wish I had skills of conversation like yours.
You have hurt me a few times growing up.
You calling me ugly and squinty whenever you were frustrated when I was small still hurts. That has left me with the feeling that I'm not so beautiful.
You complaining to all and sundry about me and Buro always hurt.
You've always had very high expectations from the two of us and I feel we haven't really lived up to your expectations.
I remember you sharing all your stories and all your feelings with me when I was small. You're still the most interesting person to talk to.
You have such a gift of the gab. Sometimes you say too much and talk too much. Sometimes you crib too much. I wish you would guard the privacy of private matters more.
I find you most sweet, and most beautiful. You are so Charming. Your smile lights up people's hearts.
Your relentless efforts towards making our family run smoothly has paid rich dividends. Sometimes I wish I was as smart as you. But we are different people. I have got the propensity to daydream from you.
I should kiss your hands everyday. Your hands are hands of service, love and joy. They have loved us and given us pain but your soul vibrates with love and only love.
I wish you were not so harsh. You are wonderful.
Love,
Dodoburi
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