I’ve officially sold my futon and am sleeping on the couch till we leave on the 6th. It’s gonna be a long week of waking up at seven am to incredibly loud, high pitched: “WHOS THE BABY YoUrE THE BaBy” from my mother on video chat with my neice

Usually if I eat with my parents I’ll fold my hands to be polite and zone out during the prayer, but even after I reminded them that it’s not my religion my parents made me say the prayer tonight and it was awkward