Me: "How's dad?"
Mom: "Ah, he cares only about his work. He doesn't care about me or home anymore." Then after a brief pause (while I was thinking really hard about something), "How's Raghav?"
Me: "He's been fine. However, you got me little worried now."
Mom (perplexed): "Why?"
Me: "What if he turns into a workalcoholic like dad, and stops loving me by the time he is 55? Even worse, what if he stops being scared of me (more appropriately, scared of upsetting me, hurting me and losing me)?"
Mom, just laughed, and followed up with a quick, "Raghav would never cease loving you. I've noticed the way he looks at you and treats you, and I promise you this."
Silent prayer - 'God, please let mom be true.'
Silent prayer - 'God, please let mom be true.'
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