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>>6013468
>tfw when my best friend was the fat kid and he introduced me to AD&D and board games
>and we would walk through the woods with a field guide to identify birds, plants, insects
>we watched the '94 world cup and decided to become soccer players
>he worked his three asses off and actually made the high school team that won a state championship

You are mistaken, friend.

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>>5969006
My paternal grandmother died when I was twelve. My sisters and I spent almost every afternoon after school at her house since we were first going to school because mom was working (dad was a goner until I was 15 or 16) and she would pick us up and take care of us till mom got off work.

She taught me how to bake cookies, cakes, breads and how to make creamy garlicky mashed potatoes, lasagna, tomato sauce from scratch, roast chicken/beef/turkey/pork, how to make and season hamburgers (that dad would turn into overcooked hockey pucks on the 1-3 days he decided to see his beloved progeny) and various other dishes.

When she was in hospital I couldn't even go to see her because it was too much for me. She was in a coma and there was no way to communicate with her, nothing to do and nothing there but machines keeping her heart and brainstem functioning. It was the the day I realized how horrible and fragile our lives are when she died. Everything she gave to us, all her time and her love and her mild scolding and the times she picked rocks out of my knees when I crashed my bike and then stopped me from crying by telling me to get out the ingredients for a batch of cookies. All those things were gone and the only thing left were the memories in my head.

I know what it's like when your mother isn't sure that you love her "as much as you should" because I don't love my mother as much as I should. No fault of her own, she was making a living to put food on the table and she did that because she loved us, I know that. But the day my grandmother died was the day I lost myself, the day I started to question whether or not I could make it in the world alone

I still don't think I can.

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>>5879102
sure thing, bro. whatever makes you feel better about yourself whilst perusing 4chan

I live to serve ;)

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