My mother was expected to land at Dubai International Airport at 4am, 30 hours after Pristine and I arrived here. I was jetlagged and sleepy but I was expecting her to call me when she’s ready to be picked up from the airport.
I slept late but confident that the phone call will be my wake up call. Instead, I heard the main door being unlocked at 6 in the morning!
I dragged myself to the living room and saw my mother, with a grin bigger than her travel bag in the front door.
Me: Why didn’t you call me?
Mom: And WHY will I call you?
Me: Duh, I’m supposed to pick you up!
Mom: Well, I know you’re still sleeping…..and what do you think of me, don’t know how to take a cab!?
She of course, said it in our dialect, which had more impact to take off all the drowsiness and jetlag-what-nots I had.