The first

Mom: (just after having lunch) Oh, I'll drink some guarana! ( he got up, opened the fridge and took out the bottle) I still remember the first time I drink guarana....I was around seven...my dad bought a little bottle, put some guarana into my glass and I drank...the soft drink gas came out from my nose!

Me: (saying in an ironic way) Was it there guarana at that time?

Mom: (the expression in her face became like a sulky child expression - this made me laugh, so she pretented attempting to plant the fork in my head, then she showed me the Coroa Guarana bottle label - a soft drink from the state of Espirito Santo, in Brazil - and explained me) This guarana exists since 1933, okay? Funny girl...

Me: (laughing, of course)

Mom: (drinking guarana and remembering) I used to drink guarana very slowly so that it does not end quickly...

... after 47 years, she still remember the first time when she drank guarana and keeps loving this drink - but now she must not drink it very slow so that it does not end quickly!

Being chic

Rafael has already laughed at me by saying that my 'chic' conceptions are very strange. But this time I considered that somebody chic conception was very strange. My mom was coming out from the kitchen and said me:

Mom: Priscila, you're so chic!

Me: Why?

Mom: You're sitting down at kitchen table, your hair has hair cream and you're reading a book-probably a classical book - this is chic!

She was right, I was reading Mrs. Dalloway. But I did not understand why she considered as 'chic' the situation of having hair cream on the hair and reading a Virginia Woolf book at the kitchen table...but I remembered that little time ago I read an article over the internet that said that, nowadays, it's need to qualify everything as 'chic' to be 'chic', so maybe my mom is very 'chic' but she does not know yet.

Wow, if it's true, until this moment I did not know how much chic I am!!