i rang her up in the evening.

 

 "mummy ah?"

 

"ya, what?"

 

"you cooked dinner already?"

 

"i’m cooking now lah! you don’t tell me anything hor!"

 

she then hangs up the phone abruptly, leaving me going "mummy? mummy?" to a dead ringtone.

 

because i have the habit of ringing the mother in the afternoon and telling her not to cook my share of dinner as i’m meeting others for food, the mother has learnt to become wary of my calls.

and so here, she decides to cut me off before i can say anything, since she presumes i’m about to tell her i’m not coming home for dinner.

 

reaching home at 9 after a really nice chat with the girls …

 

the mother spies me tucking into dinner and walks over.

 

"school really that busy meh, must stay till so late? and i thought you said you didn’t want to come home for dinner?"

 

"it’s that busy lor, have to edit articles. and you didn’t even give me a chance to talk to you. i was going to tell you that i will be home for dinner, just that i’ll be late."

 
*shoots the mother an accusing look*

 

the mother stutters.

"oh..er..i was frying the fish lor! that’s why i hung up, couldn’t talk mah."

 

you know, if i remember correctly, there were times when the mother was frying fish, but still managed to walk off and bitch to the aunt on the phone about some random relative. 

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oh well, it’s my dinner she’s cooking anyway, so who’s to say she’s wrong.

 

mothers~