Small conversations, little things...
Small conversations, little things... and sometimes they are enough to make you realise - you will never be their daughter, no matter how much he says that they want you to be and how hard they try; because you will never be equal to their son.Small conversations, little things... and sometimes they are enough to make you realise - I miss you mom, dad, di. Life sucks without you guys around.
The restaurant :
N : "Hey Mrs. S, you want to try this? Its delicious !"
Mrs. S : "No N. I wouldn't like it."
5 mins later
H : " Mom, you should eat this."
Mrs. S : eats.
The shopping trip :
Mrs. S : "Why are you limping?"
N : "Oh that. Managed to hit my little finger on the trolley."
Mrs. S : "Bleeding?"
N : "Yeah. But its not too bad. Im fine."
Mrs. S : "Ok."
Coupla hours later. We reach home, exhausted, haulding insane amount of stuff.
N : Lemme call H to help us carry all this stuff up.
Mrs. S : No N. He might be doing something. Don't disturb him.
posted by Incredibly Indian @ 8:16 AM
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