Of Mothers & Fathers (Mine, This Time)

My family works in a very predictable way. Dad will call, usually on a Friday or a Saturday, after coming home from his mahjong sessions.

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Dad : Hello son.

Me : Hi.

Dad: How is everything?

Me : Good.

Dad : Got enough money or not?

Me : Yes. Got. You just asked me that last week.

Dad : Okay, your mother wants to speak to you.

Me : ...

Mom : AH BOYYYYYY!

Me : Mommy.

Mom : Got smoke or not? Got drink or not? Stop smoking and drinking la! Doctors don't do that!

Me : Doctors do smoke and drink la, and by the way I'm not a doctor yet.

Mom : Haiyaaaa.. Just stop smoking and drinking la. Not good for you.

Me : Okay mom.

Mom : Got eat or not? Fat or thin liao?

Me : Got eat la. Sometimes hungry also ma.. Fat liao don't worry.

Mom : Good, good. Take care ah! Don't smoke and drink so much!

Me : Okay mom, goodnight.

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It's always the same conversation, give or take a few words. They never do ask about lectures, exams, results etc. I wonder why sometimes. I'd like to think that they have faith and confidence in me, but I know it's because they expect me to do well, hands down. No argument. No discussion. None. Pressure. I guess not caring is caring, in a weird way..

I like how my family works. Do you?

This entry was posted by tsh, on Wednesday, April 06, 2005. You can bitch back.