Happy Mother’s Day weekend to all moms out there — mothers, daughters, sons, fathers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, brothers, and anyone else who has had the honor of serving in the role as “mother.”
My mother was 19 when she emigrated from Guyana to Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, with me, 9 months old, on Pan-American airlines. My siblings and I are indebted to her for all the sacrifices and hardships endured in order to clothe us, shelter us, feed us, educate us, empower us, and expose us to opportunity. She is also the best cook to have ever graced the planet, with her mean Christmas morning pepperpot and other West Indian delicacies/treats.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom.