Talking to my mother is like talking to a stranger on the sidewalk, or talking to your cab driver as he drives you to the airport. You have to constantly fish for a totally useless, insignificant subject that means nothing to either of you and of which you have nothing much to comment on because it is so meaningless.
This is the stranger in my house that I call mum.
22 June, 2009
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