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  • Yeah, I know.

    I also hated going there on Christmas. Every year, they would always try to cram twenty or so people into a single room about the size of your living room. I hated it so much. -_-;;;
    Like my mom.

    See, back when my mom and dad were both working, Tai and I would have to be dropped off at my grandma's house to be babysat for an hour. My mom said that when I was a baby, my grandparent wouldn't play with me at all. If my mom got off from work early, she would come in and find me sitting on their living room floor all alone.

    Another trick they'd pull was they would give me something like chocolate a few minutes before me my mom was to arrive so that when she did come, I wouldn't want to leave. Then they would be all, "Aww, she doesn't want to go! >:D" They also seemed oddly fixated on making sure I said 'Dada' or 'Dad' or some variation of 'Father' before I said 'Mom'. o_O
    [Before I reply to the Random Conversation, Mina wants Kiyoi to share how he learned the life lesson about angry blacksmiths, correct?]

    So do I. But I don't like her.
    Speaking of attention whores, my grandmother on my mother's side acted like that. Every single year without fail, she would knock the Christmas tree over. Every. Single. Year.
    Actually, It's more like: Mroooooooooow... *nudgenudge* Meooooooooow.... *nudge, jumponlap* MEOW! *slapslap* Nya~...
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