Once I chose a movie to watch with my mom in the evening, chose a great one, but with some excess of frank scenes.

I’m telling Mom – there’s a great movie, but it’s a bit crazy, can’t you? My mom said, yes, let’s see.

I think, what a progressive mother I have, broad views.



I checked out, my mom liked the movie, only then she confessed to me that she thought that my words about the film meant that the film was dramatic and touching and when viewing there would be something to do.