I feel as though I've had this conversation over and over again

I'm a hip chick,
my mother said.

Oh, Mom,
I said,
You are the
hippest chick.

Do you really mean it,
my mother said,
Or are you just
making fun?

Mom, I said,
you're a hip chick.
How could anyone
argue with that?

My mother squinted.
My mother swept a clump
of hair away from my
eye.
My mother looked
inside
and smiled.
It's true, she said.


Penya Sandor

What it Means to Be Quirky