Here it is, my third entry. Well it’s another day. I just finished eating lunch with my mom and aunt. And I was like what the hell. I wasn’t really feeling well at that time. Anyway, back to the story. So we were talking about how my mom was so happy about how she helped me through my transition when I was in 6th grade going to my first year of highschool. You know, taking exams and everything. It wasn’t really much of a big deal. I was asking my mom why she was so happy about the whole thing when it was me who went through it all. I just don’t get it. Well, I don’t want to try to understand anything else about that topic.
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