Conversations with my Mother

You know those sentences where a comma or an apostrophe makes all difference and adds a whole new meaning? Unwarranted most of the time, but none the less? This conversation with my mother was exactly like that.

Mother: We will find you a nice boy.
Daughter: Ok.
Mother: No really.
Daughter: Ugh. Ma please!
Mother: What please?!
Daughter: Arreh I’m just 24 ya!
Mother: I know! But do you know how long it’s going to take to find you a boy?
Daughter: Umm…
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Perhaps if my mother had emphasized on the ‘how long’ instead of the ‘you’, my brain wouldn't have exploded in my cranium... so soon... so silently.