When my mum asked me recently, 'when did we first meet?' I laughed, 'you have known me since forever', I said. She was surprised but accepted it. But in the days that followed it began to become a bone of contention; I was clearly lying she said. At first I was hurt,then sad and then accepting. I could be her friend, I told myself. But when I prompt her for her children's names, she lists us all correctly. Why does this happen - why do children become so abstract? and what's the right answer - what ought I say? remind her, 'I'm your daughter, Mum', or go along with what she believes? I have so much to learn. Thank you for listening.