A phone call

Me: Hi, Ma...it's Me!
The Mother: oH mole...HAPPY BIRTHDAY. We were just going to call.
Me: Thanks Ma. Hey ma, there's somebody I want you to talk to. Hold on.
Click, dial, a 3 way phone connection
And voila
Me: Ma, it's the Boy. Boy, it's Amma.

The Mother: Ooooh. ah ok. Hello. The Boy: Hello.
How are you? Oh, How are you?
Fine. I am fine thank you. Yes, i am fine too. Yes, I am fine also. So, How is your job going? And how is the weather? It's going good. Thank you. Hello? The weather is good. How is the weather there? How is Annmol and Sammon? They are fine. How are your parents? Oh they are fine. And your health? My health is good. How is your health? Hello? Hello?

Silence

So, boy, how is your job going? How are your parents taking the news? The job is good. And my parents...How are your parents taking the news? My parents...Hello? Hello? Hello? Boy, Me's mom? My parents? And your parents.

Silence

The boy's messenger id blinks in panic mode. "help us"


Ma, The boy is wondering if he should call you ma or mummy or mother.

Ok so, boy, I just wanted you to say how glad I am that you are my son now. Thanks.

Oh..boy, whatever you call your mother.

And so you should just love each other and be happy. Even if me is a bit on the loud side. And I know she yells a lot.
Just ignore her and she'll be normal again.
Just like her father and his family

Annmol pipes in the background: "Boy, make sure you bring tons of alcohol when you come visiting."

Annmol, shut your mouth.
Don't listen to her boy. They are not that bad.
But just in case, her appachans really like Johnny Walker.