Somewhere between the Bengali, English and my favorite Benglish, communications between my parents and me gets lost. My parents, unfortunately, don't have a great grasp on the English language, and when they communicate to me what they hear from anyone who speaks to them soley in English (which is basically everyone in regards to their jobs/health) the tranlation is always murky at best.
Yesterday: I get good news from mom.
Today: I get confused news from my dad.
Finally, I go to my brother who tells me the real deal. This is when I'm jealous. Jealous that I'm a 6 hour drive away from my family and am not involved in ther daily activities and needs. My younger brother has to act as an emissary for my parents, explaining their lives to me.
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My friend Smurf is pregnant. She's 32 years old and 11 weeks along. I met up with her and other festival folk for a weekend project. ... -
I'm kinda scared of brownies. Okay, scared is a strong word. Plus I'm married to a South Asian, does that give me street cred ? ... -
I find you to be a f*cking cunt. I hope there is a special place in hell for a b*tch like you. You never deserved to have children. Here ...
1 comment:
I know it sucks, believe me. But at least this sort of interaction will strengthen the bond between you and your brother. And there's a whole lot of good that can come out of that.
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