Father used to collect books like trophies. His idea to relax was lying on his back and reading a book. I can’t sleep till I have done some reading. My (late) husband R deplored my habit of reading books in bed. So as not to disturb R, after finishing my work in the kitchen, I would curl up in the nook I had created there, or in the lounge and forget myself in the world of books.
For nearly a year and a half when we were away from home (because of R’s chemotherapy), and there wasn’t another room to go to, for reading I would switch on a torch, so that I won’t disturb R who would be sleeping next to me.
I can say being a bookworm came from father. It’s understandable but what about the habits I have acquired from my mother-in-law and R. One is turning on the lights as evening approaches was from her.
R objected to my sweeping the kitchen at night. He would say that it brings on bad luck. I pooh poohed the idea saying rubbish, how can cleaning the floor at night bring on bad luck.
Now that he is no longer here, I think did I bring bad luck on myself? I no longer can sweep the kitchen at night time, and I am caught up in the superstition he left me.
I’ve Become My Parents
Do you ever find yourself doing something your parents used to do when you were a kid, despite the fact you hated it back then?