14th May 2018

Mother's Day Sunday.

My landlady's daughter, Brenda, came back from Boston for Mother's day, and the four of us (including my housemate Joanna) just decided to have Korean BBQ for a Mother's day lunch. My landlady is very obviously not my mother but she very well should just be. She gives me food she cooks, lets me use her kitchen appliances, asks me how my day has been, chauffeurs me if I need it...at this point she probably even thinks of me as her adopted daughter when her own biological one isn't around. She's more of a foster mom than a landlady.

Which is why, if possible, I'm never moving out. Forever and ever and ever.

Later in the evening, she asked if I wanted to go to Aunt Shauna's for another homemade BBQ dinner  (the same people from last year's mooncake festival celebration at a park). Since Aunt Sming and Uncle Alex were going to be there too, I thought why not, when really I should feel bad for always leeching off people's food supply.

But I kinda don't.

I got to have red wine. Aunt Shauna's son Dai Dai was impressed when I downed the whole thing. Their daughter, who was back from the UK, performed some songs on the guzheng for all the other moms. So it was a couch with Aunt Shauna, my landlady, Aunt Sming and another mom with their smartphones out recording all 15 minutes of the "performance", gushing over how a half-white-half-chinese 23 year old woman can play the Chinese instrument so well.

If that's not the most mom thing ever, I don't know what is.