You caught me at a bad time!

For a fact, I call mom at all sorts of inconvenient times-for her, I mean. I'm taking a nap. I'm singing 10,000 prayers today and not even half way through it. Oh, wait, I gotta go to the washroom - urgently... I'm in the middle of cooking! The wok is red-hot! With oil burning in it!!! Other times, the door bell rang. The express parcel delivery, which happens once in a blue moon, was there. And one time, a summer storm flooded the newly paved timber floor through a crevice of the window. My mom, of cos when I called, was fanatically fighting a losing war to keep the floor dry with hand towels. So most of the time, I hang up after a few words. Other times, I complain a little. Mom concluded that I have a knack of catching her at a bad time, to which I gave it a prompt dismissal or a quick excuse for being in a different time zone. But come to think of it, there was some truth to her conclusion. I do remember, as a child, getting a couple of smacks on the back for nagging her in the kitchen or screaming out for her from bed the first thing in the morning, that is, screaming "mom, mom" uninterruptedly with escalating desparation in the tone until she dropped everything that she was doing and came to cuddle me. So the other day, I was saying that I was going to have 2 or 3 children because I didn't like growing up alone. "Nono, just one is enough." she said urgently, "more than one, you wont be able to cope with the noise!"

Missing 妈 right now.