Withered tree of bitterness
During a "healthy debate" in which my mother and father accuse each other of incessant worrying and exaggeration respectively:
Dad: I feel...
Mami: Vindicated?
Dad: *glowering* Yes...
(Wow. They know each other so well they can finish each other's sentances. I told them this.)
Dad: *sardonic laugh*. No. It's like a play I saw once. A couple of octogenarians finishing each other's sentances bitterly.
Mami: --------- (silenced by this dead-end statement).
Dad: *as afterthought* The only prop they had was an ironic little withered tree in the middle of the stage.
Mami: ------------- (silenced by this thought-provoking statement).
Dad: I feel...
Mami: Vindicated?
Dad: *glowering* Yes...
(Wow. They know each other so well they can finish each other's sentances. I told them this.)
Dad: *sardonic laugh*. No. It's like a play I saw once. A couple of octogenarians finishing each other's sentances bitterly.
Mami: --------- (silenced by this dead-end statement).
Dad: *as afterthought* The only prop they had was an ironic little withered tree in the middle of the stage.
Mami: ------------- (silenced by this thought-provoking statement).
kiwiqueen - 1. Sep, 23:45
