Samantha My mom and I run into old family friends all of the time when I come out to visit. Especially when her and I go back to New York where she’s come from, and I spent the beginning years of my life.
It always goes something like this..
“WOW! Hi Melissa. Is this your daughter?” the person will say. “OMG. I remember when she was this high! How old is she now?”
This one time (without hesitating), my mom says, “16.” Me, 24, is clearly confused and annoyed at her. So I asked her as they walked away why she would tell them I was a teenager, thinking she was being petty (because I may act that age).
My mom goes, “I’ve been lying about my age for so long, it suddenly dawned on me that I’d have to start lying about yours too.”
MOTHERS…