My Rage Is Mom's Anti‑Aging Secret
I have just fallen asleep after working around the clock, but my mom insists on dragging me to the supermarket first thing in the morning.
Having mistaken us for sisters, the cashier compliments Mom for her youth and looks.
But after Mom explains to her smilingly that we're mother and daughter, the cashier's eyes go wide in disbelief. With mixed feelings, she says, "You… You look more like the daughter, though…"
That remark leaves me shell-shocked for a moment. Then, I turn around to stare at my and Mom's faces in the mirror.
Mom has such smooth and supple skin that she looks like a 20-year-old college student. Meanwhile, there's me, looking like a 50-year-old hag because of the freckles and dark spots covering my face.
Mom's smile vanishes instantly.
"How dare you speak that way! Are you saying that my daughter looks old?"
Since I don't have a good night's sleep, I become uncontrollably pissed.
Just as I'm about to curse at the cashier, I catch a glimpse of the crow's feet around Mom's eyes disappearing rapidly from the corner of my eye.