Just when I think that my mother tries to be... a little nice towards me, she HAS to go and HUMILIATE me in front of the people I see once a year. And because I ASKED where to sit for dinner.
"You can sit later, because, OF COURSE I have to remain on my feet ALL DAY." I, of course got looks: 'My GOODNESS why don't you EVER help your mother?'. My
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