From a Grapevine
'Once parents used to teach their children to talk; today children teach their parents to keep quiet.' Yiddish Chochma
Eavesdropping is every writer's forte. I think I reward myself too much with that liberty. It's fun. Listening to people's conversations quells my hunger for stories. Over a cuppa, I heard a middle aged couple, in their 50s, when the husband was voicing out his displeasure.
"Your children don't like being told."
"Ah-hmm..." Wife sips her cappuccino.
"They rebel in an instant as soon as I open my mouth."
"They have their minds now to decide on their own." She scoops the frothy cream.
"So frustrating they can be."
"Hmmm. Sounds like..."
"We tell them it's wrong and they think you're on their throats."
"Hey, they're adults."
"Why can't they just listen!"
"Sounds like us. We don't like being told. Don't you think?"
"Yes, it shouldn't be the case with us."
"Uh-huh. But we do. Just as childish as they are."
Husband sips his now-not-so-hot chocolate. "Well, I know what's right from wrong!"
"They do, too. Let them be. They'll come to us when they're stuck."
Her chewy Chocolate Brownies was almost halfway finished.
"They... just don't. .. listen. They tell us to mind our own affairs."
"Um-mm, I wonder the same thing," she paused, "I remember telling someone to give up his addiction to high-in-sugar Coke, bad habits and back-up-D-drugs when his blood sugar gets high... ... he just won't listen."
She gobbled the last bite of two sweet slices with a smug look on her face.
... "Hurmph! Mind your own business." The husband puckered his lips and hid a grin.
I, sipped my two-sugared coffee. Satisfied.
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