Note: This post is part of my third Facebook blogging challenge. I seek to post a 100-150 word narration – with alphabetized titles – in September. While I have penned several essays with more than 2000 words, crafting these stories is going to be my toughest ‘creative’ challenge yet because brevity is not my forte. This post – with a title that starts with M – has 150 words, minus this Note section and the bolded section in the end.
“Hi Mom”, I said, trying to sound chirpy
My mum – whose protective hormone is always on high-alert – instantly understood that something was wrong and breathlessly asked if I was okay.
Letting go of all pretense, I confessed that her five-month trip to India was saddening me.
“So you will finally miss me, eh?,” she said, teasing me in her sing-song voice
Sighing loudly, I responded, “Obviously! I can yell, scream and cuss at you, but you know I love you”
My response sums up our volatile relationship adequately!
It is impossible for us to be in the same room without raising our voices at each other. But it is also impossible for me to imagine a life without her.
I know she is still only one phone-call away, but this continental divide seems like an unbridgeable chasm.
Come back soon, dear mum. I miss all the yelling ;)