and then there was the time in jaipur, india. the time we had that nice dinner at that nice restaurant, with the folk dancers, and we watched them, and laughed at dinner, like a real family does. and when we got back to the hotel room, my mom was drunk with silliness, and she started shaking her hips. "dance like her" my dad teases, and she defiantly stands up, and shakes her hips, and giggles at herself, and my dad and i are in our beds, exploding with laughter. because my mom's trying to dance like beyonce, but she's my mom.
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