Canvas of a Short Life
She muttered to herself, "This bag of acidic ingredients is for Grayson, and this alkaline one is for Beatrice. Within six months, they will surely give me a precious grandson."
I found it hilarious. "Oh, Mom, just open the fridge and take a look. Your wonderful son-in-law already chopped me into 28 pieces, yet you're still dreaming of a grandson."
It was truly pathetic. I laughed so hard that tears ran down my face on their own.
After a flurry of activity, Mom suddenly opened the refrigerator. She snatched the bag containing my head and threw it onto the floor, grumbling, "What is this junk? It's taking up the whole fridge. I'm throwing all of this out later."
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