Dad: The finishing was done in London...before the export merchant sold the cloth in..?

Me: International market.

Dad: Yes..the merchants-

Mom: *butts in the conversation * What would you like to eat today?

Dad: *hurriedly * Anything will do.

Mom: Ok *leaves*

Dad: *turns towards me* So we were saying that, merchants-

Mom: *appears again* Dear, what do you want to eat?

Me: Anything.

Mom: What anything?

Me: Um...dosa will do

Mom: Its late and it will take lot of time.

Me: Then anything-

Mom: Ok! *leaves*

Dad: *sigh* So, the merchants-

Mom: What about pasta?!

Me: Off- make anything!

Mom: *beats my shoulders * You literally don't care, do you? And here I think day and night to make tasty dishes to make you happy.

Dad: We are discussing something important. Can't you just start all this later?

Mom: DON'T YOU DARE TO SHOW ME LIKE YOU ARE WINING THE MOUNT EVEREST?! And you should be grateful that I'm your wife *cries* No one cares about me.

Me: Mom mom, just chill!

Mom: *shouts* Chill? I'll rub red chilli on you face then you will understand my pain!

Me: 😥😥😥

Dad: *facepalm * Why the tea is not sweet?

Mom: Don't complain about it, I've given enough sugar.

Dad: But it's not sweet at all, try it.

Mom: *takes a sip* It IS sweet.

Dad: *takes the tea from her hand and then sips the tea* Mhmm, now the sweetness came.

Me: *giggles * 🤭🤭🤭

Mom: *blushes* You- I- What- I.. I mean...um..Wh...This is...Y- You are too much! *runs away while blushing *

Dad: *chuckles*

Me & Dad: Hi-Five!

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