after working/volunteering/forced-into-slave-work at my parents’ restaurant for almost 10 years, today’s the first time that a baby smiled back at me when i smiled at her. she waved her fat arms and legs in the air, while lying in her carriage, and laughed like she was having the best time of her life. why can’t all babies be cheerful and clean like that, instead of the usual screaming, dirty kids with gunk in their hair and drool creeping down their chins that usually frequent my parents’ restaurant?
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