author - "Attilio Guardo"
As he started to read the headlines, his mother approached him. She had a stern expression on her face as she seated herself next to him. He had seen the same facial expression before, and inevitably, it meant some kind of tirade was forth coming. Past experience made him well aware of the fact his mother believed that her lectures, or conversations as she referred to it, were constructive and for the benefit of his welfare. But he didn’t see it that way, and most of the time he construed his mother’s lectures as a pain in the ass. She promptly folded the newspaper in half and pushed it away, for there could be no distractions when she talked. “Conrad, this irresponsible behavior must stop. You simply must get over Abigail.”1. As he started to read the headlines, his mother approached him. She had a stern expression on her face as she seated herself next to him. He had seen the same facial expression before, and inevitably, it meant some kind of tirade was forth coming. Past experience made him well aware of the fact his mother believed that her lectures, or conversations as she referred to it, were constructive and for the benefit of his welfare. But he didn’t see it that way, and most of the time he construed his mother’s lectures as a pain in the ass. She promptly folded the newspaper in half and pushed it away, for there could be no distractions when she talked. “Conrad, this irresponsible behavior must stop. You simply must get over Abigail.” He stared at the empty glass, then at his mother. “You don’t understand, mother. You just don’t understand.”
As he started to read the headlines, his mother approached him. She had a stern expression on her face as she seated herself next to him. He had seen the same facial expression before, and inevitably, it meant some kind of tirade was forth coming. Past experience made him well aware of the fact his mother believed that her lectures, or conversations as she referred to it, were constructive and for the benefit of his welfare. But he didn’t see it that way, and most of the time he construed his mother’s lectures as a pain in the ass. She promptly folded the newspaper in half and pushed it away, for there could be no distractions when she talked. “Conrad, this irresponsible behavior must stop. You simply must get over Abigail.”1. As he started to read the headlines, his mother approached him. She had a stern expression on her face as she seated herself next to him. He had seen the same facial expression before, and inevitably, it meant some kind of tirade was forth coming. Past experience made him well aware of the fact his mother believed that her lectures, or conversations as she referred to it, were constructive and for the benefit of his welfare. But he didn’t see it that way, and most of the time he construed his mother’s lectures as a pain in the ass. She promptly folded the newspaper in half and pushed it away, for there could be no distractions when she talked. “Conrad, this irresponsible behavior must stop. You simply must get over Abigail.” He stared at the empty glass, then at his mother. “You don’t understand, mother. You just don’t understand.”