A Mother's Dream.
by George Nandan
Grandpa died while she was still a toddler. She lost her brothers one by one and Grandma had to be admitted in the mental institution, stricken with grieve of losing all her sons and husband. While my mom was a child Grandma spent her final years at the hospital and never recovered from her loss. Mom and her only sister continued on-wards the best they could.

"A mother's love is eternal by design." George Nandan 

2014: Mom and Dad

At sixteen she was rocking her baby cousin in their hammock and singing that chune from 1952 movie Deedar's [Leja mere duwaye leja] Oh Traveler take my blessing with you! This song caught the attention of a nineteen years old traveling contracted laborer of Enmore Sugar Estate in the form of my Dad. He knows Hindi and marveled at the voice of this pretty fair skinned orphaned teenager and the rest is her-story. [To be published in the future "Through Her Eyes" by yours truly.

As mom got married and became a young mother, the first thing she wanted for my elder siblings was a good education. Living in the bush of Jagoo Bagdam could not provide that opportunity. She endured and overcame the impossible odds in convincing Dad to relocate to Canal No.2 Polder, for her now four kids to attend Kawall Primary School. Then the rest us arrived with the blessed hope of our mother.

Besides Dad's poorly-guided and misinformed notions on being a good husband and father at the time, poverty prevented me and most of my siblings to attend high school. That did not sit well with me and at age 15, I embarked on my quest to be a student of GTI in Georgetown and finally got in on my second try at 16 years old. Needless to say mom was the catalyst and I assisted with the expenses in helping her to sell vegetables at Stabroak and our neighborhood in Canal No.2.

So, fast forward to today. My mother's dream of making sure that all her eight children could at least read and write has been fulfilled. Two of her sons graduated Technical School, me and my Pastor brother. Now I have gotten my GED in the Florida and attend a Junior College and just wrapped up my nursing pre-reqs.

As I write this mom is at home in New York under the supervision of my sister worried about her old man, my dad. Dad is being treated for CHF at North Shore Unv. Hosp. in Long Island. Would you believe me if I tell you my Dad has learned how to video call me here in Florida on Facebook messenger? Yep!

I am carrying on my mother's dream of education, My son has done it at UCF and will go on to get his masters. I will end up with at least three degrees in the future. Being the youngest of four brothers my academic accomplishments is a tribute to her, my dad and my elder siblings who have worked tirelessly to overcome poverty.

2016: Mom, Dad and my sister Nar with me at our village of Canal #2 Polder, West Bank Demerara, Guyana. Annual Reunion held in Flushing Meadows Corona Park Queens, New York, USA.

A mother;s dream and son's tribute. I love you Mom and get better soon Dad. You owe me a video call...lol. 

 Thank you for reading.