Mama stormed into my room, clothes in hand.
“Get dressed! We’re going out.”
I closed my book. My lips quivered.
“I am not wearing these, Mama. I am sixteen, not thirty.”
Slap!
“I am your mother, do as I say, stupid girl.”
Mama had booked a cab to take us to the Claridges.
I was in awe when I sashayed into the restaurant.
“Stop fidgeting...walk straight...smile.”
The service was superb. I would have loved it if not for Mama instructing me to look and smile at every single man.
It slowly dawned on me Mama was turning into my pimp.
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Yeah... I think quite a lot of mothers take on that role for their daughters... (not sure it worked very well in my wife’s case. She ended up with me.)
Frenchie over 4 years ago
And I am sure your wife never regretted it :-D
As for me, I have always been guilty of being an overprotective mum. I am trying to be less now that the kids are teenagers but God help me, I already have a hundred questions for the poor bloke who will end up with my daughter. You know, what are his intentions etc... Maybe I should write about it. :-D
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
YES Frenchie! You should. What a great topic for drabblification! Go for it! 😁