Yesterday, my father could celebrate his 86th birthday. He was born on July 27, 1923. My paternal grandmother was born on July 26 and kind of hoped that her baby would be born on the same day too.
In 1923, my clan was laying a new roof. On her birthday, my heavily pregnant grandmother was caring tiles all day, hoping that would bring things into motion. Despite all the hard work, her wish was not fulfilled.
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She should have had a curry. Worked for me!
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