Every time Mama nags Asna and criticizes her behavior, Asna is usually redha because she knows she’s wrong. She doesn’t get angry with Mama over this. Ever.
I like to make things worse, so the times she kena leter I whisper to her ear. Things like, “Asna, she’s insulting you! How dare she!”.
Good girl Asna usually dismisses my whispers.
Recently, time my whisper was too loud and Mama heard it. She said to Asna:
“You know I’ll never say bad things about you. You’re my daughter.”
Asna leaned on Mama, her face touching Mama’s.
“Even if you say it, you don’t mean it right, Mama?”
Oh barf geli.