
She yells at you, “Samar! Clean your room. Clean your cupboard. Clean the house. Pick up a mop and start cleaning every thing in sight!”
She makes you feel like an inconsequential loser. “Acha you got an A? Then why is your GPA still below 3.5?”
You make some thing for her, she forgets it pretty soon. “Mamma! Don’t I make good Biryani?” Reply: “You make Biryani? When?” :/
And yet if ever you venture into the drawing room, you’ll see all your shields prominently displayed with not a spec of dust on them.
It’s then that you realize how proud of you she really is
Mommykins! I love you! *hugs and kisses*