The Importance of Being Polite

At the time of this story I was around 3 or 4 years old. I am 18 now. My mom had recently gotten out of an abusive relationship with this guy who happened to be my dad and we were going through a pretty rough patch. A few more months passed and it was Christmas time. On this particular day my mom and I were at the store buying some groceries. Some lady was on her way in when she noticed me in a abruptly approached. This woman then started asking me questions such as how old are you? Is that your mom? Part of me found no harm in answering her questions but other part of me hoped if I gave her what she wanted she would leave us alone