today i woke up by my mom crawling in bed with me declaring, “thay-up (she can’t pronounce both the ‘s’ and ‘ph’ sounds of the name that she gave me), listen to this poem! it’s so good!” despite my growls and protests against being unnaturally woken up, she continued on to read a 1000000-line poem from her vietnamese magazine about a child’s obedience to his or her parent and guiding your children down the right paths. maybe it only seemed like it had 1000000 lines since after every line she asked, “did you understand that?” and before i could answer, launched into an explanation every time.
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