Oh, what nostalgia.. just that it’s happening now.
My mom’s spots are back from my primary school generation. She gets stressed up over non-consequential things and starts raising her voice and letting the whole world know what we were supposed to do that we’re not doing. In this case, doing up a passport. I don’t know why she’s treating us like we’re in primary school/secondary school that she would need to accompany us to do it.. And I seriously thought we were over this phase. And it’s not like I can’t go down myself to do one. She’s convinced a tsunami or whatever might happen within the next one month and that I should do it straightaway.. (exaggeration) My passport only expires in two weeks.
Overreaction.. serious.
(And all you conservative people will think I’m an asshole, not that this is the only thing she’s been raising her voice over- which is very loud and I’d rather, if I have to not experience again)
Yup, just rambling.. back to slumberland.
