On 31st December 2012, sometime after dinner, I had a very interesting, and amusing little conversation with my mother. Wait a minute, I don't think that it is wise to call it a conversation; let's just call it ‒ 'exchange of statements' for the moment. It is humourous and overdosed. Its a 'mock-epic', and I just couldn't stop myself from sharing it here, even though it is really personal. Please keep in mind that the following statements were exchanged in good spirit with holiday smiles.
Me : Mother, my heart is broken.
Mother : Son, mine broke a long time ago.