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expectations for me. I always had to be the best in
school, the best at my job, and the best person in
any situation. The pressure was at times
unbearable. Whenever I came up short with my
grades or came up short with something else my
mom always had my back. My dad would make me
feel like I was the worst human being alive but mom
always loved me. She let me know that she still
expected more out of me and she knows I can do
better. She was always so much nicer about it. She
was so sensitive to mine and my sister’s needs.
Still I never said “thank you” enough.
She never coddled us or gave in to us when we
whined or complained. She was tough and from the
old country. However, she understood that we were
kids being kids. She was always so understanding.
She was amazing and it took me a long time to see
how strong she was.
Still I never said “thank you” enough.
My mom, even to this day, speaks broken English
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and has a heavy South Indian accent. It took me 30
years to realize how adorable she is when she tries
to talk to me and my sister. She tries hard to relate
to us and help us with whatever struggles we are
facing. She cares so much about us and about my
dad. My dad would work an insane amount of hours
but she always made sure the house was clean and
that his food was always ready for him. She took
care of the house and he earned the money.
They were a dynamic duo. Alice Kurian was a
superstar stay-at-home mom.
Still I never said “thank you” enough.
My dad and I got in to countless arguments when I
was going through my teenage rebellious years. It
was hell and at many points in my life, I hated my
dad. He pushed me to the brink numerous times
and whenever he threatened to kick me out… Mom
would talk to him and get him to calm down.
Thanks to her I got to live in the house for another
day. Mom was always the mediator of the Kurian
household. She was the glue that kept our family
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