Mom was an old fashioned woman. She treated my dad like a royal king, and treated every one of her son-in-laws like a royal prince. Of course, she expected her daughters to follow suit.
One day when we visited my parents, Mom said, “Ai-ya, W haven’t had any drink. Go get him a glass of water or beer.”
I turned to my husband, trying to look somewhat surprised, and said, “Honey, oh my God, what happen to your legs? Why didn’t you tell me that you couldn’t walk?”
Mom laughed. “Stop it. He is a guest,” she said.
“He used to be a guest. Now he is a member of the family, Mom,” I said.
Having no desire to be in the middle of this, W quietly left the dining room. Mom shook her head, pointing her finger at me and said, “I don’t know why I have a daughter like you.” She sighed; I gave her a sweet hug in return.
Moments later, Mom glanced at the living room, where W was sitting, and said, “See where W likes to go and go with him.”
“He is bored.”
“But I am not.”
This time, apparently, Mom had heard enough from me. She yanked me out of my comfortable chair and pushed me toward the living room.
“Okay. Okay,” I said. After taking two steps, I stopped, turning to Mom, with a sincere voice, I said, “Will you consider adopting W? You are a good mother-in-law and I would love to have a mother-in-law like you.”
She slapped on my arm. “Ai-ya, I don’t understand a word you said. Just go, please.”
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