Stories Of Nepal

My mother grew up in a creative and interesting family in Nepal. Her father was an astronomer who worked for the king of Nepal. Very often he would take her to work with him so she could look through a telescope and see the plants and stars. Then she would play in the planetarium until her older brother came to pink her up. On the walk home, her brother would tell her stories. Sometime he would point to someone on the street or standing  in a doorway and tell her that the stranger was a magician or a time traveler and begin a new story about the person. My grandmother was also interesting. She liked to paint portraits of children. She painted many beautiful portraits of my mother and her cat, although my mother said it was difficult to sit still. After my mother left Nepal, she studied computer programming Wisconsin. I love to remember my mother’s stories, and now I enjoy telling my own daughter about her grandmother’s life in Nepal.

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