Mom, all gloomy as ever, once again started criticizing her daughter to the neighbor. As I stood there being scolded to my face, I silently unplugged my phone, held it up, yawned, and ambled between them.
"That useless girl, so gloomy, and she can't even answer when someone calls her." Mom was surely watching me leave with the look of someone staring at a waste of space.
"She's so deep in her own thoughts. Who knows what goes through her head all day." What goes through my head? Plenty of things.
"Oh, young people are all like that these days. I think your girl is lovely, so quiet. Much better than mine." Huh? Quiet my foot. I'm pretending.
"You can't say that." Right, you can't say that.
"How could she compare with your daughter?" Mom, you must be joking.
The two ladies outside were still picking apart their own children and complimenting each other. Listening to them, I couldn't help laughing.
Mom, just you wait. I'll show you what goes through my head all day.
