What with the maternity recovery in progress, my mother has found a great reason to revert to her former bully self as far as my food habits are concerned. No cold drinks, no chocolates, no ice creams, no onions (really?!) - I didn't even know so many food items can be "no"ed. But, that's not what gets my goat. It is this:
Me: I am tired.
Mom: Drink Horlicks.
Me: I am sleepy.
Mom: Drink Horlicks.
Me: I am hungry.
Mom: Drink Horlicks.
Me: I am going to die.
Mom: Drink Horlicks.
For heaven's sake mom, have you secretly become the brand ambassador for Horlicks? How much are they paying you? More importantly, can you give me a cut, if you are going to force me to drink the damn thing all the time?
P. S. This post is the eighth in the A-Z blogging challenge series for April.
P. S. This post is the eighth in the A-Z blogging challenge series for April.
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