My mother’s birthday today. She and I didn’t have the easiest relationship, and she’s in memory care now, and doesn’t recognize me anymore.
Days like today, I think about how much the world has changed from the one Jacintha knew as a girl, in Negombo village, in Sri Lanka. I think she mostly lives in her memories now, in a happier time. I hope so.
Happy birthday, Amma. We miss you.
