The call

It was one of those weekends I come to Chennai. Just before the day I started, my mom made one of those regular post-dinner calls. She conveyed that my perimma (my dad’s elder brother’s wife) and one of her daughters have come from US and would be visiting us over the weekend. This would be “yet another visit” except we’ve never seen my perippa or his daughters – Crystal and Cynthia till date. I had mixed feelings. She was my blood relative, more appropriately saha gothram. Yet so near, yet so far. How should one react to their visit? Do I show all my hatred towards perippa cause he hadn’t bothered to come down for his own mother’s death? I don’t know how he’s treated my grandma all this while but… I don’t really know. Oh yes I know. That there’s more to a mother-son relationship. My sister always says everyone is justifiable in some way..
Hope there exists one such justification…