Domesticating my mother
We were at the usual ones. It was a scene I saw quite often. The whole holy family gathered for lunch. My father who thought about work matters.
My younger sister who pestiferated pulling me bread crumbs and other various objects. And especially my mother who broke at full speed.
It began with the presentation of ignoble dishes based on cauliflower, pumpkin, and cows of the kind. Then followed the interrogation on the University, with the usual…