#fake #mycommunicationstyle #mom #childhoodstory (1)

I returned home after four months. I couldn't drop my bag off. Mom gave me a big hug. My face was covered by mom’s clothes, and I had been feeling safe and pleasant with her unique smell.

I left my home when I was in 7th grade for study purposes. I used to come home mostly once every  3 or 4 months.

However, I knew her next words to me!

Oh, my boy !! you are more skinny than before! Don't you eat enough? You look sick!!

Although I gained two kg.

Mom, please stop saying this!! Let's measure my weight!

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