So... It Has Come to This

Sometimes I really pity what has come between my mum and I. I used to be so very close to her emotionally that I tell her everything. Now, I hardly tell her anything.

She reckons I'm in a dire rush to grow up and refuse to acknowledge her existence. I hardly think so. I think she's unaware of the fact that her children are growing up and aging into the next demographic level - whether she likes it or not. She can blame me; I blame evolution.

Just the other day, I receive a phone call from my mum which went abit like this:

[Picked up mobile phone...]

Me: "Hello?"

Mum: "Chung Fui arrr? Why did you not pick up your phone?"

Me: "Having dinner."

Mum: "How come everytime I call you're having dinner? So how's studies coming along?"

Me: "Fine."

Mum: "Ohhh... Oklar... Mmm..."

[Phone call ended...]

Since I left for UK 7-8 years ago, all she was ever concerned with was my studies. I felt neglected. I felt that other tan my studies nothing else mattered anymore. As you can see from the latest example which just happened yesterday.

Sometime I think my mum forget how old we actually are. I remember an incident last summer when I was chilling with a childhood friend Shaun (whom my mum knows very well) until 12 mindnight. She started calling me on the mobile phone and giving me "the treatment", making me feel so guilty inside. When I told Shaun, he simply said, "har? you're mum STILL doesn't let you go out late?"

*Sigh* Somethings just don't change. I told my mum once, "if you keep treating me like this: when I get married and my wife sees you treating me this way, she is going to lose respect and think I'm weak and useless.

Some point in my life, this will have to stop.