Meeting of Mothers

It was inevitable.

After this many years of being with Charming Calvin, it was inevitable that our parents would meet - especially with the increasing number of times our families have crossed each other paths. There were times I half thought they would stumble upon each other though I tried my very best to stall such a watershed moment.

But Calvin's redoutable mother Madame Borgia insisted on coming along to meet my mother the other day. Had half a dozen plausible excuses at the ready but the wily Madame Borgia forestalled me by appearing suddenly at my place.


Fight!
Cursed with an overactive imagination ( unlike my more placid other half ), I expected copious bloodshed. Perhaps even a vicious scrabble for dominance over the dinner table with one maternal figure blaming the other for condoning the perverted homosexuality.

Madame Borgia : 你害我孩子变同志！( Your son turned mine gay! )
Mother : How dare you! It was your deceitful monster of a child, not mine.
Madame Borgia : 你这城市臭婊子，看招！Take that, you citybred bitch! )
Mother : Keep quiet, you provincial simpleton!

I already had the emergency services on speed dial.

There was no such encounter however.

Don't think my mother has all that much in common with his - don't think they'll be playing mahjong together soon - but they seemed to have gotten along. Thankfully. Perhaps they bonded over shopping for edible ferns called midin.