My dear mother can definitely be called “Shopping Queen”, hands down. No objections from ANYBODY whatsoever. I used to shop too. I can still remember those summer vacations when I’d travel to Hong Kong and my mum and I would seriously shop for three weeks and go home with our luggages hardly zipped up and 10 kilograms over the limit.
However, things changed. How and when? I cannot quite remember. Maybe it was a gradual process, so slow that no one really noticed. Until now. Since my mother came to visit, each time I’ve been out with her, I come home absolutely exhausted with backaches and almost a fever. All that’s left to do is wash my face and crawl into bed. What happened to me? I am my mother’s daughter, and I used to shop.
Now, grocery shopping excites me more. Oh. My. God.
Oh. My. God.
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