Smile, and sit down at the table

You smile, and sit down at the table. You admire the table, not wanting to look up at your Mum.

You can't resist the urge, and finally, you look up. Dad's glasses are way too big for Mum, and the keep falling off. She looks like a schoolgirl playing dress-up.

You knew you shouldn't have done that. You collapse into fits of laughter. Mum...

The End

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