October 2017
Beginner
240 pages
4h 19m
English
I used to have arguments with my mother sometimes when I really didn’t mean to. It would start because she would complain about someone or something, and I would defend them. For example, she might be irritated that she’d had to queue for ‘hours’ in the post office. I might think this was unfair because the people ahead of her in the queue could be elderly and need time and support. And I’d say so in what I thought was a chatty fashion. However, she would then argue with me in some way (they should have more staff, they should have a quick-service queue, she’d gone at what shouldn’t have been a busy time, everyone in front of her had been young), and before I knew it, we’d be squabbling. I never quite knew how ...
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