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"In the Philippines, it was Labor Day when Junior was born," recounts the Mama every year, as the holiday approaches. This year was no different. This year, I wondered if the Mama was being funny and has been waiting years for me to laugh at her joke.
Susie,
ReplyDeleteDid you laugh? I did!
In my head. The Mama has such a serious—and sometimes sensitive—demeanor that I can't tell when she's joking. Maybe next year, I will laugh out loud when she tells the story and see how she reacts.
DeleteOh gee I finally got it after reading the post. That is funny :0.
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh, heh ... the birth of the labour movement, perhaps? :)
ReplyDeletehahaha
DeleteOh my-she really does have a labour day:)
ReplyDeleteI bet it was a very tough one, too. I'm going to try to get her to tell me.
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