I don't think in any other nation mothers are as emotionally attached as Iranian mothers to their children.
I'm not trying to admire it, in fact it's the number one problem in Iranian marriages. There's a joke they say about Iranian men, they say Iranian men usually have a wife and a mistress, and they love their mothers. (dear iranian bloggers, please don't remove my link, of course I didn't mean you! how could you think I was talking about you??)

Personally I don't think I'll survive it emotionally. In fact if I'm after a real happiness I'll have to stay alone my entire life. No, it's not because I read in Chinese astrology that dragon is happiest by herself.. ok may be it is a little.
As a matter of fact I am not good at governing and handling any relationship involved emotions. Knowing myself this much, and being a big fan of a long happy life (that's right I tried to kill myself when I was seventeen but now I'm happy it wasn't successful) made me decide to give up such deep (too deep in fact) thing.

Anyway, my mom called after getting back from here, crying and missing me. I tried to remind her of my negative points, and convinced her to concentrate on them, and I think it worked (lol!).

Yesterday again she called, and read a poem she wrote for me. I don't remember all of it but it started with; I got used to your flying habit...

Rotten Reproduction; oil on paper, 1998.