New Years eve, everyone came over to my Mom's to celebrate. My uncle made lots of food, and my Dad sharpened his knives and made potatoe salad and drank lots. We took a group photo series where he kept biting Esme's foot until she eventually got angry cried and he laughed. The next morning he sent it to our relatives in China. Like, look at me, I'm
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