Dearest Uma Appachi,
When Maia was born, I was asked if she would be calling me auntie or Appachi… The answer was easy, I didn’t hesitate. I would be her Appachi.
My Appachis taught me the meaning of the word. To love, nurture and spoil.
From helping me somehow wangle my way on to a flight even though I was quite clearly in anaphylactic shock to me asking you to oil my hair, you were so happy to oblige. It’s the small things.
I hope I can make my niece feel as loved as you did me.
Happy birthday to me.
My gift to me is finding the green I’ve been seeking for two years.
Podcast on while I finish this off before a glass of something nice. Yes, I’m old. This is 34.
