Mommy Tales

I had a totally different post planned today, with the word being “detonate”. Until I called my Mom in the evening. We hadn’t spoken in a while because I had phone issues these past few days. So since that was sorted, I called her just we could talk for a bit. Nothing ever goes as planned with this woman, honestly!

So while on the phone, I randomly (truly randomly) asked her if she was racist. I was not ready for the rest of the conversation!

Me: So, Mom, are you racist?
Mom: Why? You wanna bring a white boy home?
Me: NO! I’m only just asking.
Mom: You never just ask anything! Tell me, is there a white boy pursuing you?
Me: Mom, really, not white.
Mom: Asian?
Me: Asian?
Mom: Yes, you said not white. I listen, you know.
Me: {laughing} Okay, his not white. His black.
Mom: Honey, how did you manage to be in Asia and still fall in love with a black boy??
Me: {laughing harder} Uhmm, I don’t know. And please don’t say I’m in love, I haven’t had that conversation with myself yet. 
Mom: Oh, that is great! 
Me: Great? I didn’t know you were trying to marry me off!
Mom: What Mother isn’t?? 
Me: Fine. I’ll just marry a man from a completely different continent.
Mom: Nooooo, now that is not what I was saying. Different continent where? Why?

I just laughed that off and swiftly changed the subject, although I know this conversation will come up again, like a bomb just waiting to detonate. See, like me, my Mother doesn’t forget. Not because we make an effort, things just stay longer in our minds. A blessing and a curse, I tell you!

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