When I think of my mom, I think of an octopus. An Octopus? You must be thinking I am mad. But no, I truly think of an octopus. You see, my mom also has eight hands one tending to me and my sister, the other to juggle her housework, yet another one to cook, to take care of my grandparents, to the laundry and you get the picture. Unlike an octopus, her hands are imaginary which means two things:
- She is always stressed out
- She works way too hard for her age
- Emotional: “Mom gets so tired after during the laundry. Look at her” (at this point of time mom made sad puppy faces)
- Daredevil: (When he made no move) “Men, they are idiots. Do you think they would DARE to take the #WashBucketChallenge? They will mess it up badly”
- Technical: (When he seemed interested) “Dad operating a washing machine and getting the detergent to clothes ratio is damn complicated. Mom uses a special formula and all daily. Plus all those buttons on the washing machine; they are really difficult to master.”