The other day, the following conversation randomly ensued between my mother and me. I’m still smarting.
Mom: Did you look for a man while you were in the Philippines?
Mom: Why not?
Me: I’m don’t want to get married.
Mom: You HAVE to get married.
Mom: You HAVE to.
Mom: But who will take care of you when you’re old? Lalo na gusto mo mag-istay sa Pilipinas, children take care of their parents there. Here it’s ok because you have pension, but not there.
Me: I want to die young.