Tuesday, July 8, 2003

She reproached to me today, as she had done yesterday, that I’m not polite when arriving home. I arrive from work without saying “Good afternoon.” I ask “What’s there to eat?”, when instead she’d like to hear, “Hello, good afternoon. How was your day?”

She cooked a new meal, knowing that I didn’t like yesterday’s, and that I wouldn’t be eating it again today. She made yesterday’s meal thinking of me. She made today’s meal also thinking of me. I didn’t show enough gratitude.

She had gotten a haircut and put on some make up. Instead of saying, “Looking good, eh?”, I had my meal in silence.

She held on to a handle-bar inside my car, attached to the ceiling, above the window on the passenger side, and said to me, “I’m not kidding when I say to you that I’m scared when you drive fast.”

All of the above took place within an hour. That’s all it took for me to mess up on my mother in four different ways. However, being a mother who loves her son, she didn’t seem upset over what I had done, but I am sorry anyway… :'(

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