Mother's Love XXI

Hmm.

Well, it's been a long time since my mum did something out of the ordinary, and let me tell you more. FYI, the following has not been exaggerated nor blown out of proportion, it is a factual account. I dunno why I'm only writing about this now, but I can only say that I had no time.

Around last wednesday evening, I was in the shower and my folks were at it like cats and dogs. All of a sudden, I hear this resounding boom, followed by my mother's whimpering, and then my dad started shouting at me:

Dad: 'Oei, call the ambulance, call the ambulance!'

As i was in the shower, I shouted back this bit of trivia back to him, only to be met with cursing when I emerged. I could see my mum lying on the floor in some sort of daze, and lo and behold, there was this huge hole caved into the ceiling of the loft. On the floor, bits of plaster littered aroung my mum (who was still sighing in pain) and my dad who was shouting at me for not calling the ambulance.

While it's only fair to say that quarrels between my folks are a literal daily affair (hence my initial indifference when I heard the resonant boom) occurances of sudden violence from either party tends to be seldom, but I wouldn't be surprised if they happened anyway. It's been a norm for all of us since the day my folks decided to move to Shanghai and back.

Whatever the case is, what seemed to have happened was that my folks were quarreling as usual, and my mum decided to charge at my dad. As the ceiling of the loft is fairly low, she must have rushed in her infinite fury and hit the ceiling with her head, and as a result of the shock due to her hear crushing the wood and plaster, she landed on her rear end and lay in a state of shock.

You know, my mother loves to blame me for being an insensitive, ungentle, violent cad. In truth, this side of me only happens when I'm severly annoyed, and you can't blame people for getting angry when a certain something refuses to budge or adhere to your desire. Well now we have a classic case of hypocrasy, and I'll be damned if she dares to tell me I'm always violent.

After all, I have that hole in the loft's ceiling as proof.

And as for my dad who scolded me for not calling the ambulance, I shot him back because he had a phone right in front of him, whereas I was in the loo, and on top of that, his computer was turned on and he could have easily found out what the appropriate number was to call, because I'm personally unacquainted with the proper numbers to dail in emergencies (ok, I'm gonna pick that up soon enough).

Next morning I was scolded by mother again for not being sensitive and caring. Well, what the fuck... when I cut my finger all she could ask was whether stitches were neccessary in order to keep costs low. Then when she did finally turn up at the hospital, all she could do was scold me and turn on her black face. So much for sensitivity and caringness.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy