Disclaimer: This isn’t my mother, really

Published 9 April 2012 by Miss Dilly

“Your sister’s a bitch.” 

I was happily eating chips and yellowish, liquid, food-ish thing that passes for cheese (which can, sadly completely make my day), when I nearly choked on my last bite.  I turn casually around and see this woman. Small in stature and very lean, made up and dressed too young for her age.  Looked like one of those ladies who carries an oversized rat in her handbag and looks in the mirror and says something like “people are lucky to know you”.  I smirk to myself and continue to listen to her conversation.  She’s talking to her son, and ranting about something her daughter did.  I’m not even sure what it was.  I do remember thinking that she probably created a mini-me and couldn’t understand for the life of her why the girl was being so awful now.  People really are a mystery. 

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