"How was your day?" Oops!
It was just a '๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ' query.
Something routine. Something I ask without thinking. A neutral conversation starter.
And of course, something unintentionally designed to let me get a peek into what's going on in the lives of my two teenage sons.
At least, that's what I thought.
But here's how the conversation went:
Me: So, how was your day?
Son: Seriously?
Me (๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ): Yeah..... How was your day?
Son (๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฆ๐น๐ข๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐๐, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด?): Mom, I just got back from school. Within 15 minutes, I've to reach the tuition center. After returning from tuition, I need to complete that Maths assignment. You see this huge pimple on my forehead? It decided to explode right in the middle of Chemistry class. It was such a mess. Everyone was staring at me. And you wanna know how my day is going? It's terrible, Mom!
Me (๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ): Hmm, I understand.
Son (๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ): No. You don't understand, Mom. Life can be so stressful.
As he rushed to freshen up, I wondered if I should mention he has yet to savor the stresses of adulthood.
Nah! Let him stress about the pimples and Maths assignment for now. Adulting can wait!
But another question still lingered.
๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
Maybe I’ll try something safer… like, “Want a snack?” ๐คท๐ป♀️๐คท๐ป♀️๐คท๐ป♀️
Nitha Girija Vallabhan is a freelance content writer with over 18 years of experience in creating content for websites, landing pages, blog posts, LinkedIn newsletters, case studies, and academic projects for clients across the world.

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