Conversations with Grey

Conversations with Mom - Part Un

“… … yea and then it was so funny. Auntie S and I were talking about it all the way back.”
“You all didn’t notice when you were introduced meh?”
“No, didn’t notice. He asked us to sit down and started talking quite fast. Talk talk talk, then his phone rang and then he answered the phone saying, ‘Hello, Angela speaking.’ Auntie S and I straight away look at each other. We didn’t dare smile.”
“Okayyyyy.” [layaning only]
“But she don’t have breasts wan. She wore a blazer and trousers with a nametag that is small. Very short hair, boy cut like that, shorter than yours. And her voice also very deep. But her face skin is very smooth lah, that’s true. And she’s quite tall, athletic and slim.”
“Okayyyyyyy”
“Then she stood up and walked away for a while. Auntie S straight away ask me, ‘You think that one boy or girl ya?’ I said I don’t know, then she came back. Then after everything when we left the bank time, Auntie S said, ‘I tell you B, she’s a girl. I saw a hint of breasts.’ Ahahahaha~~~”
“Okay. I have no idea how you all couldn’t tell that he’s a she at the first place.”

My mom’s encounter with a butch. I’m posting this as a belated Mother’s Day gift to my mom. Belated because I wasn’t entirely around last weekend to spend time with her because I was at Freedom Fest. But that’s a story for another day. Not like my mother read this blog anyway.

Like most children with their parents, my mom and I just don’t talk in the same wavelength. I talk in highspeed internet bpms, while she talk in AM modulator radio frequencies. Well, not that bad, just sometimes, conversations with her can seem much eccentric. Like adding lemon into your glass of drinking water, makes me love her even more. Henceforth, a category devoted to just ‘conversations with mom’.