Helping your mother out with chores around her house was nice, but her constant jabbering was not-so-pleasant. She went on and on about how you should really find the right person to marry, how you shouldn't go to a university so far away, how you should really listen more, blah blah blah...

Of course, it was all with good intentions. In truth, she didn't want her baby child to go so far away! It broke her heart seeing them grow up.

"You should really come over more often," she said. "I'm much better company than your druggie friends..." They weren't, of course. She just convinced herself they were.