Conversations With Mama

November 13, 2008

My mom is a real character. As we were commuting to the dentist, she pointed at a cemetery I’ve never noticed before (we don’t pass here often since I mostly go north while this is south of Cavite) and the following conversation ensued:

 

Mama: Bumili ako ng lote diyan sa sementeryo para dun mo ako ilibing pag namatay ako.

Me: Wow talaga? Magkano?

Mama: Forty thousand.

Me: Mahal naman! Kaya lang para kang nagtatapon ng pera.

Mama: Bakit naman? Buti nga niyan pag namatay kami ng tatay mo wala ka nang aasikasuhin.

Me: Eh pag namatay ka ipapa-cremate kita no. Aanhin mo pa yan?

Mama: Ayoko magpa-cremate.

Me: Wala ka nang magagawa. Basta, wag kang mag-alala, ibibili kita ng magadang banga tapos ilalagay kita sa kwarto ko. Para habang-buhay tayo magkasama. (Corny!)

Mama: (Ignores me. She does that when she thinks I’m talking nonense. But I actually AM serious. So.)

 

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We were in a college’s office. My mom was inspecting my brother’s biodata for his OJT, which she lovingly typed out.

 

Me: (looks intently at the paper) Grabe, may gumagamit pa pala ng typewriter!

Mama: (looks around the office) Asan?

Me: Ikaw.

Mama: Siyempre naman.