“Why on earth do you ask each other permission to do things?” asks our daughter, squinting.
“It’s called being polite, considerate,” I reply, nodding to her mum.
This seems a novel concept despite over a decade and a half spent in each others’ company.
Our daughter finds the way we behave in the home hilarious. Apparently, good manners are not required here.
“We didn’t raise you in the gutter,” my beloved chips in, still hurt by yesterday’s invective.
“Who would’ve thought someone who’s given nothing but love and kindness would be deserving of the worst insults brought in off the street?”
It seems we’ve failed completely. If we’ve made mutual respect central to the way we treat one another, it hasn’t rubbed off at all.
No, it’s the source of derision alone.
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Last modified: 6 October 2024
