Skipping a Couple of Visits during Typhoon Ragasa

Friends and family in the US were kind enough to reach out and ask me how my mom and I fared during Typhoon Regasa. We were barely affected. Instead of listening to the news on the subway, I did so at home. I recently started a new job as a teacher. I was able to use Google Docs to create an exercise in prepositional phrases my first day sheltering in place. The typhoon did reveal my mom's decline has reached another level.

我: 打風呀。我呢幾日唔嚟搵你啦。
阿媽：你去邊啊？
我： 我冇地方去。我話俾你聽依家打風唔嚟搵你。
阿媽：打風同你嚟搵我有咩關係？
我： 你傻咗呀？10號風球我點嚟搵你啊？
佢先冇出聲。

Me: There’s a typhoon coming. I won’t be visiting for a few days.
Mom: Where are you going?
Me: I’m not going anywhere. I’m telling you there’s a typhoon coming.
Mom: What does the typhoon have to do with you coming to see me?
Me: Are you being silly/crazy? How am I going to visit you in a Signal 10 typhoon?

Finally, silence.

I've been struggling with what tone to use with my mom. There's no denying I feel frustrated from time to time, especially when I feel a tinge of narcissism on her end. I also wonder if mild shock is the best therapy. When I visited her the next day, I brought her some food and told her again she wouldn't see me for a few days because of the typhoon. She nodded.

Regasa came and went quickly. In the end, she only endured two days without visits.