What's wrong, my mother asked. She must have noticed something off in my voice. So, I tried my best to bring out my normal voice and replied, nothing, why!? She didn't persist. We went about our usual talk on the phone; how was I, how was my day, did I have my dinner etc. But after a while, she asked again, what's wrong; this time she persisted. Remember, Harry Potter? Hmm, what about it! One of the actors died. Who? Hermione? My mother is not a Harry Potter enthusiast but she tries to keep up with her son's interests. No, Snape. Ohh!! That bad teacher. Normally, I enter into a debate with whosoever makes a bad remark about Snape. But, my mother hardly knew what she was talking about. Wow, son!! She said after a pause. You are grieving for a person you didn't even know. I wonder what you will do after my death. MAA!! ...
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