I also called her Mama
Have you ever had someone who is not related by blood, but so precious for you? So, this story is dedicated to that kind of person. I met her when I was in Leeds, United Kingdom, for a master's degree. I learned a lot from her and I respect her by calling her 'Mam', a short version word for mama. Her name is Ambar Priskila and she becomes a mother figure to me. Please don't get me wrong - I love my biological mother, I know she loves me too, and I can't thank my mother enough for bringing me into being. I just want to show my gratitude to Mam Ambar. From left to right: Me, Mam Ambar, and a friend I called Jojo. The first time I made contact with her is when she invited me to come to her house for a fellowship. I was so naive back then, so I could only think that she wanted something in return for her kindness. Otherwise, who on earth would open the door for strangers. In the end, I came to her house cautiously. The first meeting is followed by the se