I called my mom to ask how it was.
She told me for 20 minutes about the harm of mold, the reasons for her going to the doctors, the extent of the contamination of the toilet in my father's apartment, fantasized about where my gold school medal could be fucked, taught me how to ban my husband from playing volleyball and insinuate to him that in his 32 years old came old age and invited visitors, because the last time we poured out a bottle of champagne, you see, it turned out to be uncomfortable that she was talking all the time about her own, and just wanted to talk about mine.