After a 6 hour drive from soCal to the Bay Area, my family and I went to dinner. When we got home, my father retired to bed and my sisters were on the family computers playing lord knows what. In the kitchen, my mother and I were catching up, gossiping and filling in the blanks. In essence, my mother is really like a frenemy. We "hang" like friends but then a conversation would take a turn like this:
mom: I can't believe those facebook pictures of [insert old classmates from grade school]. How did those girls get so ugly?
me: I have no idea
mom: Why do you think that happens?
me: well its like the ugly duckling story and plus those girls peaked in junior high. I mean I was never as pretty as them and they made every effort to remind me about that every day. Man, I was an ugly kid.
mom: Oh I know. My sisters keep asking, "What happened to [my name]? She got so pretty!" I keep telling them that they're crazy. They just haven't seen you in a long time. I don't know what they're talking about.
me: You know, I always love coming home to you.
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