I was talking to mum last night, when she asked how the session with jasmine went today. And I told her she was doing really well, actually quite good at sight reading. And I said, "she's done pretty good, after not having touched the piano for half a year!" Mum, being a distrusting self, said "you believe that?" I replied, "sure". And then mum replied back, "she might have lied, you never know. I don't believe that she hasn't touched her piano in half a year. Not everyone is honest like you are."
"There's not harm in believing," is all I said.
Maybe I trust too easily, but really, I just take people's words as they are. Doing that doesn't harm me, at all, not in these situations anyway. It's another reminder of how different I am from my mother, haha. We're so so different. If I wasn't her daughter, she probably wouldn't trust me and doubt every second word of mine.
Buuuut it's okay. Lesson with jasmine went well yesterday; not that I did much, just pointed out alternative fingers to use here and there, plus how to focus on that one bar. She's coming over again today, just for a practice after work. We actually spoke in both cantonese and english the whole time; me in english and her replying in cantonese, and vice versa -- as we're both not comfortable speaking the respective languages. I thought the whole situation was kind of funny, and I really want to get better at my cantonese, but seriously I don't know how to say things most of the time. Even hakka comes sooner to me than cantonese, wakaka!
I know that if I told mum this, she would find another reason to look at jasmine differently, so I thought, why bother. Just kept it to myself.