Due to a mis-communication on HER part, mom came home with a face blacker then the year-end monsoon clouds.
And people who have been over our place often enough knows mom takes her anger out by knocking on my door every five minutes or so for random reasons. Towel washing to what time I have to wake up tomorrow.
Anger management issues.
Solution, rig up the old laptop with Zuma and get it set up in her room, on her bed.
It's 2.10am and I haven't heard a single knock on the door yet tonight.
That makes a first ever since I started the habit of locking the door since Bro snuck into my room in the morning to turn on the modem, almost a decade ago.
Bliss.
Thank you Zuma.
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