Snap, a crisp slap on the face.
"Do you know what love is? Love is food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Love is care and caution. Love is a lifetime." The mother looked at her daughter who was covering her face with a heartbroken look.
"No, love is happiness. Mom, I love her. You know, all that appears in my mind is her figure, her smiles, her joys and sorrows."
"What you call love is just a piece of tissue paper in the face of reality. It will break as soon as it is torn. Do you understand?"
"I know, I know, but I just want to be with her."
"You, you, do you want to piss me off to death? Let's not talk about the future. How can you two be together? She is a woman. How do you want me to face my ancestors? Do you want her to say that I taught the first homosexual in this family?"
"Mom, I love her."
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