In high school, I began talking back to you or standing far away from you when you dropped me off at the mall, pretending not to know you in public. I feel ashamed of my behavior now, Mummy, and I am so sorry for how deeply this must have hurt you. Papa didn’t yell at me, but he said I had to stop behaving like such a “typical American bimbo” acting out at her mom. He had no awareness that I was imitating the very behavior that he modeled at home.
