It took a few seconds of sitting there in silence before I realized that I was waiting for the punchline. I stared at her - she looked so abashed saying it, yet at the same time so unashamed. Any moment I was expecting for the chuckles of 'I'm kidding'.
But there were no chuckles, there was no punchline. I asked, and she answered.
Something about how nonchalant she said it deeply unsettled me. I guess I was expecting remorse, a little admission of guilt for the most atrocious of wrongdoings ever committed.
Mom just continued smiling the same warm smile.
I wanted to press further, there's gotta be some self-bitterness, some regrets about the way she did things, right?
Guess my long hundred-yard stare was giving my thoughts away, for she suddenly up and spoke again.
"They're all true," She said, still ever as nonchalant. "Every story you've probably heard about me, every word of it."