A Sign of Desperation
by Amalia
Mom: Have you been talking to that guy?
Me: Which guy? *pretending to be stupid*
Mom: You know… XX?
Me: Oohh.. THAT guy! Nope.
Mom: Why? He’s a nice guy, you know.
Me: Mom, I don’t know him, okay? *getting grumpy*
Mom: But you can chat over the internet, right?!
Me: *silent*
Mom: Or maybe you’re trying to hide your relationship again… like you did last time with YY?
Me: Hey, Mom! Do you know that I’m going to Egypt at the end of this year with Asti and one other friend?!
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A usual conversation between mother and daughter that is hard to avoid. Every phone conversation is the same. I’m going crazy. HEEEELP!
yay, Egypt!
(that’s what I’m focusing on this post…. easily ignoring the rest of it, just like I do when the conversation with my own mom turns into this as well!)