Continuing a discussing with sister about something we talked about a day ago –
Sis: I am still not sure I want to do it.
Me: Well, I think you should. You aren’t going to lose anything; and oh, it might just make Amma happy.
Sis: What? Amma knows? I told you I am still only thinking about it…why did you have to go and tell her already?
Me: I don’t know…
(wondering where I get this from…why I feel the urge to tell Amma everything)
15 minutes later –
Sis: I am talking to Amma now. She started to tell me something about your plans and she stopped once she sensed I didn’t know about it. What was she gonna tell me?
Me: this and that, blah blah…I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know for sure yet.
Sis: Aahhh, see, it runs in the family. You get it from her – Amma can’t keep anything from us and you can’t keep anything from her. Like mother, like daughter – blabbermouths.
A new day, a new episode…me calling Amma –
Me: Ammmiiiii! Why did that ‘hello’ sound extra sweet? Who did you think was calling?
Amma: You of course, my dear. All that sweetness only for you.
Me: No, don’t lie. It sounded so different than the regular hellos I get from you. Tell me, whose call were you expecting?
Amma: Nobody calls me at this time but you.
Me: Nope. I doubt that. I think you were waiting for a call from your secret lover and you thought this was it. Right?
Amma: Oh my, like father, like daughter. You have his twisted sense of humor.
Me: But of course.
Amma: What have I gotten myself into!
So the verdict is out – I am like my parents. A perfect blend of both, as I see it.