Her Name Is Bond
She owns better gadgets than what James Bond could dream of. They are invisible making them invincible. She boasts of possessing an unparalleled sixth sense. Her mind reading abilities can put Edward Cullen to shame.
In charge of the “Keep-A-Check-On-Daughter” department, her motto is “Not to let daughters go astray”. “Astray” is not an exhaustive term here. It gets updated on an hourly basis, under the Mothers Can Do Anything Act, 1988 :P.
Regular checks are made ranging from phone conversations to the amount vanilla ice cream consumed. Personal possessions subpoenaed with no notice at all. And the scariest of all is the lie detector. The only solution for that – “run for your life!”
It just beats me how she finds out everything. Nothing remains hidden from her. The silliest of the lies, for even more silly things are uncovered. And trust her to find loopholes in the strongest of alibis. Super spy, I tell you!
And when I yell, “Give me some privacy!” all she says is, “I am your mother.” Like that establishes the fact that she has the right to control all of my life. Where’s the justice in that, huh 😉 ?
Living with a Bond equivalent for 22 years should have made me immune to her detecting capabilities. But no! The smarter I get, the faster she tweaks and upgrades her sleuthing skills.
How I wish for a normal, accepting mom. But I guess, they don’t or never existed. Now that I think about it, life would be too boring without all that drama :D.
I presume it is just a mom thing. Something imbibed on becoming a mother.
“Kudos to you, mom!” Wonder why the secret service have not come recruiting yet ;). Hopefully that would ensure some breathing space for me :P.