like them spicy, just like my mother. And that makes you proud. Ever since I can remember I try to dislike everything my mother likes. She likes ketchup on her fries, I eat them with mustard. She orders scrambled eggs, I have them over easy. I’m not even sure if what I don’t like is because I really don’t like it or because I’m just reacting to my mother liking it.
Different mother-daughter relationship
