Last night over dinner with friends we spoke about stalkers.
A friend asked me: “Do you have a stalker?” “No,” I answered. “To the best of my knowledge I don’t have a stalker.” Then another friend said: “Your mother is your stalker isn’t she?” And then the first friend said: “Your own mother can never become your stalker. That’s not stalking, that’s tenderness, love and care.”
But I’m not so sure. I would like to say: “My mother is my stalker.”