I remember when I was much, much, much younger. When my mum said no, it meant no.

"But why?"

"No."

And that's final. Some things are just not for comprehension. Perhaps not for mine at that age.

But now, at 29, I still find that certain things just can't be comprehended.

Maybe I should just imagine Ma pointing her finger at me and say, "No."

"No, Dada. No."

Fine.