Here is a conversation I had with my mom last week. I’m trying hard to let go of the conversation because it made me angry how little trust my mom has in me nowadays. So I’m writing it down.
Mom: Your aunt’s friend is pregnant and she will be coming over here to have her baby.
Me (thinking): Oh, great. Another person to add to the seven people who are coming to stay at my humble abode. But why though? Didn’t they get rid of the one-child policy in China?
Mom (continues): You don’t know her. (She tells me the friend’s name)
Me: Sure I know her. We went together on vacation last year in China.
Mom (surprised): Are you sure?
Me: I’m sure.
Five days later:
Mom: I verified with your aunt. You do know her friend.
Me (thinking while staring at my mom): Um, thanks? Oh, thanks for not trusting me, mom.
Mom: Do you remember when you went to Guangzhou all those years ago to get your travel visa to come to the U.S?
Me: A little.
Mom: Do you remember if you had to stay at a hotel overnight in Guangzhou.
Me: No, we never stayed at any hotel. It was a one-day trip.
Mom (arched brow): Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, I’m sure.
Mom (leaving a voice messge on WeChat): Hey, sister, when you took my daughter to Guangzhou, did you stay at a hotel?
Me (thinking): Really, mom? Really?