But mom... I'm in love! I'm in love with THAT leather jacket.
She was whining over the phone.
She didn't really want that leather jacket. It was nice, of course, but she felt like she hadn't searched for long enough. She just called her mom to... to test her love most probably. She just wanted to see how far and much she could get from them.
She was in a mucky part of life right now. She had just split up with her boyfriend and she didn't really know what to do with that.
Her first break up.
She didn't really want to cry. Or maybe she did.
She hadn't made up her mind yet.
She felt like this was all her doing.
After all, it was her that dumped him, wasn't it?
She shouldn't have the right to cry.

So she was acting out on the leather jacket. The over priced jacket that had stood out among all the other opened collared waist lengthed Japanese cuts that were everywhere in department stores right now.
Somehow the more she whined for it the more she knew that she didn't really want it.
Leather jackets weren't the kind of thing you should get in a department store.
Just another one of her strange ideas that she insisted upon. Department stores were too shiny and clean and bright and labeled for a leather jacket. Too bad Chinese people don't usually buy second hand. The Chinese had a phobia of wearing clothes from dead people. Then again, the Chinese had a phobia of almost everything. Except food. The Chinese would eat anything. Then again, Americans could eat everything too, as long as it was well hidden under ketchup and mustard and other sauces with artificial coloring.

Her mom didn't really understand what she was doing. Her mom thought that this was more like break-up shopping. Drowning your sorrow in buying over priced objects that just happened to come across your path. Her mom wanted to let her buy that jacket, but she didn't want to spoil her, but she was wavering.
Her mom was wavering.
She was very good at whining. It was something she was secretly proud of, it was really useful for being obnoxious. She ended the phone call with a "It's alright if you guys don't want me to have it, I'll find a part-time job. Love you mom~"
Chinese parents and part-time jobs.
Another phobia.

She didn't feel better after her whining session.
She felt like she was using her parents love, testing it like that.
But she couldn't help herself.
Family.