My Father's Untold Story
“I remember I adored my father in my youth and wanted to be like him when I grew up. Now I am eighty- five years going into eighty-six. I can’t say I am anything like him. When I was a child, life was different. Being one of the ten children made life more complex. I was the seventh child and the third daughter. So, I barely knew my father. He was always there in the house commanding respect. No one was given any especial attention. But everyone received care and love. In documenting his life, I had to rely on my memory of the things I absorbed from a distance. A word, a phrase, a comment, said during events.” Rosaly Puthucheary, teacher, writer, poet, mother, sister, daughter.