Today my mom came into my room with a small stack of DVDs. On top, the only readable one, was
Sex and the City. My mom isn't familiar with the television series but she is obviously familiar with english enough to know the word
sex. Yes, she probably thought she stumbled on some sort of porno DVD trove.
She asked matter-of-factly "Are these yours?" because she isn't shy. In fact you could say her questions almost always sound callous when their intention almost never is.
I read the title outloud, "Sex and the City -- Yah it's mine. Can you put it back where you found it?"
With a little hesitation, as if she was going to say something, she left with the alleged stack of pornos.
I sometimes like to throw my parents off because they like to think they know me well.
There were those times they tried to set me up with girls and my mom asked me "Why you don't like these girls. Are you gay?" and I replied, "Yes." I had to tell her no shortly after because of the onset of hyper-ventilation.
Or the time I wore an eyepatch for the whole day without reason and they didn't ask why. We even had a round circle sit down dinner together and I had it on, still without comment.
The latest incident, porno trove withstanding, my parents have been nagging us, their children, to have children of their own. I said to my parents, "Fine. Okay. I'll get right on that baby from Jamaica I've been investigating to adopt."
My father didn't laugh and my mom thought I was for real, just like the gay statement, and kept repeating "no, no, no" like she was addicted to it phonetically.
