Saturday, July 18, 2009/8:36 PM
mother says she doesn't understand me anymore. which is kind of a crude thing to say to your seventeen year old teenaged daughter who has just suffered a mental breakdown due to the catastrophe that is her my mid-year examinations.
it all started in the morning when I was helping her take out the trash. SEE, I was doing a good deed for her when she said she doesn't understand me. I will never understand mothers who refuse to show gratitude to hardworking daughters.
well the conversation started off when she noticed me carrying a trash bag which was leaking. trust me this doesn't happen very often:
mother: NAMIRA THE TRASH BAG IS LEAKING!
namira: oh. haha.
mother: DON'T HAHA ME! GO OUT OF THE HOUSE AND THROW IT QUICKLY!
so I ran to the rubbish chute like a hyperactive maid hoping none of the (hot) neighbours were watching me. I came back panting, I washed my hands thoroughly and went to sit at the sofa. I was watching her mop the floor when the real argument started.
mother: goodness. never check bag some more.
namira: sorry mama. it never occured to me.
mother: tsk tsk. this thing is going to make my floor sticky. WHO NEVER FINISH THE COKE?!
namira: wait what?
mother: the thing that was leaking was coke.
namira: OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS AWFUL MAMA.
mother: I know, it's going to make my floor super sticky now.
namira: NOOOO. THAT MEANS SOMEONE NEVER FINISHED IT! WHO COULD HAVE DRANK IT WITHOUT FINISHING IT?! THIS IS AWFUL. what a waste. what a waste.
mother: ...........I will never understand you, namira.
mommy, I love you.
dad, hakim, nadia, WHO NEVER FINISH THE COKE?!
it all started in the morning when I was helping her take out the trash. SEE, I was doing a good deed for her when she said she doesn't understand me. I will never understand mothers who refuse to show gratitude to hardworking daughters.
well the conversation started off when she noticed me carrying a trash bag which was leaking. trust me this doesn't happen very often:
mother: NAMIRA THE TRASH BAG IS LEAKING!
namira: oh. haha.
mother: DON'T HAHA ME! GO OUT OF THE HOUSE AND THROW IT QUICKLY!
so I ran to the rubbish chute like a hyperactive maid hoping none of the (hot) neighbours were watching me. I came back panting, I washed my hands thoroughly and went to sit at the sofa. I was watching her mop the floor when the real argument started.
mother: goodness. never check bag some more.
namira: sorry mama. it never occured to me.
mother: tsk tsk. this thing is going to make my floor sticky. WHO NEVER FINISH THE COKE?!
namira: wait what?
mother: the thing that was leaking was coke.
namira: OH MY GOODNESS THAT IS AWFUL MAMA.
mother: I know, it's going to make my floor super sticky now.
namira: NOOOO. THAT MEANS SOMEONE NEVER FINISHED IT! WHO COULD HAVE DRANK IT WITHOUT FINISHING IT?! THIS IS AWFUL. what a waste. what a waste.
mother: ...........I will never understand you, namira.
mommy, I love you.
dad, hakim, nadia, WHO NEVER FINISH THE COKE?!
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