How did a simple visit turn into such a big musical?
Just this morning, mum came into my room and said to me, her face very serious.
“He is coming this saturday, right? We’ll go to your grandmother’s house today”
“Oh. Ok. How come?”
“Your grandmother is very sensitive, just invite her over to our house this weekend, so that you can introduce him to her. She might say yes, or she might decline, but ask anyway. Its out of respect and at least she will know what is going on with the family”
I’d be lying if I said I wasnt nervous because I do feel jittery. I’ve never brought a boyfriend home before and I have absolutely no idea how my family will react when they meet cartcart for the first time.
Maybe the whole scene will be like it came out of a mafia story – My dad sharpening his kris and look menancing. My grandma will play the matriach and stomp her cane on the floor With her eyes squinting, she’ll hiss out, “I will crrrruuuuush you like a cockroach”. Mum will be the inquisitor. I’m sure she has her lie detector somewhere.
Oh my tummy feels like a washing machine.