.....NEVER SAY UFFFFF.....
when i was young i wud wait all day for the icecream truck...and sit next to the window with my eyes fixed on both ends of the street cuz i knew it wud turn up any minute. as soon as the van entered our street it wud start playing the music...and my mom wud go 'bachay pyaray they only play that music when they've run out of icecream and so everyone wud know that they only going home"...i sometimes used to wonder why they always ran out of icecream right when they entered our street.
my mom loves me too much... and she tries to show her love through feeding me properrrrrrrr when i visit her. she also gave me shaami kebab this time when i was coming back to london, and i was stopped at the airport and issued a written warning for bringing illegal meat in the country.
what i wanna know is.....it is in our religion never to even say 'ufffffff' in front of our parents....but i say alot more than just uff...i argue with em all the time....and for some reason they like it that way...cuz if i am quite someday they get worried, and my dad says 'too much sakuuun in the house today, where is ali'....cuz he is so used to hearing me and my mom arguing.....what shud one do in such a situation.
my mom loves me too much... and she tries to show her love through feeding me properrrrrrrr when i visit her. she also gave me shaami kebab this time when i was coming back to london, and i was stopped at the airport and issued a written warning for bringing illegal meat in the country.
what i wanna know is.....it is in our religion never to even say 'ufffffff' in front of our parents....but i say alot more than just uff...i argue with em all the time....and for some reason they like it that way...cuz if i am quite someday they get worried, and my dad says 'too much sakuuun in the house today, where is ali'....cuz he is so used to hearing me and my mom arguing.....what shud one do in such a situation.



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