“When I was just 4 months old, my family and I moved into the house next to Mrs. Iyer. As I grew older, I would come back from school and rush to her house…you can say that I used to live there most of the time. My friends and I would call her ‘biscuit mummy’ because she would make us sing 2 or 3 songs before spoiling us with biscuits. I lost my mother early on, but Mrs. Iyer never let me feel that loss. Her daughter and I grew up like family, and when her grandson refused to study –I used to teach him; infact I was the one who collected his 10th board result. When he suddenly passed away in a car crash at 27, I felt like I had lost my little brother.
A few years later, my brother and I wanted to start out own business and were falling short of 2 lakh Rupees. Our own family – my mother’s brothers who are so well off refused to give us a loan of even 50,000. That’s when Mrs. Iyer and her daughter called me and said that after the death of her grandson, the company he worked for paid them a huge amount as compensation — and that I should take whatever I need from that money. I had tears in my eyes, because I knew then that family isn’t always about blood relations. In every sense, Mrs. Iyer has been my mother; my family and I miss her every single day.”
Via- Humans of Bombay