Those two damn letters at the end of my name are here to stay for life. This is what I realize everytime I come home, and everytime my parents have people over our house. A couple of nights ago, a friend of the family was over and the first thing he says to me is (in the English equivalent of the Kannada original), "My mouth is paining me, please tell me if it is ok." My dad tries to come to my rescue with, "She's not a dentist" but it doesn't work. The family friend still insists he just wants someone to have a look at it. He just had a tooth extraction and wants to make sure the wound wasn't reinfected.
The other thing that annoys me when I come home are comments about my weight. I have gotten comments about how I seem to get skinnier and skinnier for my whole life (by now I should have a width equivalent to a pencil), and I don't think they'll stop EVER until my metabolism slows down.
"You must not be eating well. You are getting too much thin!"
"Ayyyy yo! She's working too hard. So much weight she has lost!"
This time I answered with, "Well, since my pants don't fit me anymore, I know that's not true." Which is true.
On another note, I'm going to a movie tonight with my bro. Yay! Merry Christmas everyone!!
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