As far as I can remember, everything is a need to know basis with her. A very strong silver quality. How my dad and her made their marriage survive, I dont know. He is an extreme blue.

I drive her to church every Sunday. I drop her off. I come back for her after the church service. Of course, she wouldnt tell me that it was a gala she was going to this Sunday and that I should wear more appropriate clotes to church. And my hoodie and sneakers just doesnt quite cut it.

I've picked up a little trick from my father. I look at my mom square in the eye. I count slowly from one to five. And I tell her I am dropping her off and if she really wanted me to go with her she would have told me ahead in advance.

Being an adult, I fully appreciate the values my parents have given me. I am so like her. But then, I am so like my father. I have qualities that my parents both don't like in each other. If I really wanted to, I could have played the emotional card that my father usually tosses out in situations like this.

I do like spending time with my mother. So I dropped her off, went home and changed. And sat beside her at the gala. I made her promise not to do this again. She said of course.