Last weekend was quite memorable for me as I got to share a meaningful moment with my mother.
It wasn’t a celebration or any grand event, rather, it was a simple act of fixing an old gas stove that had been sitting unused for years. This wasn’t just any stove; it was the very one my mother received when she got married. Sadly, despite having it for many years, she had never been able to use it due to a lack of proper connection and knowledge of how to operate it. It was kept in a corner, gathering dust while she cooked with traditional means like firewood and charcoal.
Recently, my mother decided it was time to try using it. Maybe it was the rising cost of firewood or the stress of cooking with smoke, but something pushed her to bring it out again. When she mentioned it to me, I quickly offered to help. Together, we cleaned the stove thoroughly, removing dirt and rust that had formed over the years. It felt like we were reviving something precious, and in many ways, we were.
The process of setting it up was a bit challenging at first. We had to get a gas cylinder, a regulator, and the right hose. Thankfully, I had some knowledge about gas connections, and I guided her through each step. My mother watched attentively, asking questions and smiling every time something worked. I could see how happy and proud she was. It was more than just learning to use a stove, it was about finally gaining access to something she had long desired to use in her kitchen.
The moment we lit the burner for the first time, her face lit up too. The blue flame dancing under the pot was a sight to behold. She kept turning the knob on and off, amazed at how quickly the heat came up. For her, this was like magic. She had cooked for decades using wood and charcoal, dealing with smoke in her eyes and soot-covered pots. Now, with just a turn of the knob, she could prepare food with ease and speed.
Seeing her so happy made me realize how little things can make a big difference. It also made me appreciate the bond we share. Working together in that small kitchen, fixing something old and making it useful again, was a beautiful experience. It wasn’t just about the stove; it was about restoring her confidence and joy in cooking.
This experience taught me patience, humility, and gratitude. It reminded me that helping our parents — no matter how small the task, carries great emotional value. And for my mother, using her long-abandoned gas stove for the first time felt like reclaiming a part of her story, one she had shelved for far too long.
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