An event that has personal meaning

One event that has a personal meaning to me was when I was helping my mom rolling out Roti dough to make Roti(an Indian bread usually made from Atta flour) when I was a little kid around 9 years old. We were having a small get together with around 15 guests so my mom wanted to make two Rotis for each guest. My mom seemed really stressed how making preparations for the get together. So, I decided to help her out and asked her if I could roll out the Roti dough. She agreed to let me help her. She told me to roll the dough into a ball and dust it a bit with flour. Next, she told me to roll the dough out with a rolling pin. I remember thinking that the rolling pin was really heavy. At first it was really fun I thought rolling out the Roti dough into a flat round shape but after a few minutes I got really tired. I started whining to my mom telling her how bored and tired I was. She looked at me and told me “It takes hard work and effort to get the littlest of things sometimes” then assured me if I finished rolling out the Roti dough I would feel better about finishing the task. After I rolled all them out I seemed tired but felt good about finishing the task. After I started telling my dad about my hard work he patted me on the back and he was happy. Nowadays I always love to help my mom with rolling out Roti.

A pile of Roti