“Marriage isn’t a priority for me right now. I 
		like my independence.” On the other end of the phone line, Ashmira heard 
		her mother’s sharp intake of breath, could almost feel the shock jolt 
		her like a lightning bolt. She continued. “I come and go as I please, 
		cook or not if I feel like it. Clean when I remember.” The latter was a 
		deliberate jab. Her mother was a houseworkaholic.
		
		“Well,” she spluttered, “that’s how you feel now. But you must want 
		someone to take care of you. You must want a nice house. And 
		children…what about children?”
		
		“I love children. I’m great with them. And then I give them back to 
		their parents.”
		
		She was breaking all the golden rules of solid East Indian upbringing 
		but Ashmira didn’t care. Syed had the wife and kids, two houses, two 
		cars. Her brother was living the dream…and working his butt off to 
		maintain it. His kids spent ten hours a day in daycare, he and her 
		sister-in-law worked full days, odd nights and occasional weekends so 
		that their kids enjoyed the best of everything. 
		
		All the power to them. That rat race was not for her, Ashmira thought.
		
		“So what did you cook for dinner?” her mother asked, going for 
		nonchalance.
		
		“On Sunday, I made pasta with veggies for the week.” 
		
		“No meat?” 
		
		“Don’t need meat everyday.”
		
		Ashmira could imagine more alarm bells clanging in her mother’s head. 
		First she didn’t want marriage or children and now she wasn’t eating 
		meat everyday? What kind of Indian girl was she? Where had her mother 
		gone wrong?
		
		“You’re so Canadian,” her mother sighed, nonchalance degenerating into 
		despair. “I don’t understand you anymore.” 
		
		Ashmira recalled the rush of ziplining across Vancouver during the 2010 
		Olympics. She thought of the joy of seeing her literacy students read 
		and write a new word for the first time. “Life is what you make it,” 
		Ashmira said. “Not everyone has to play by the same rules.” 
		
(c) Kristy Kassie, 2016
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Every family or close-knit group has rules. The 
		inspiration for this piece came from wondering what would happen if a 
		character broke one of these rules.