Daughter:
Large glasses, aspires to be and practises being a model/pageant contestant, ‘nerdy’, not typically ‘good looking’
Story:
I was called into the kitchen by Mother when dinner was prepared. We were eating chicken and salad. It wasn’t very nice. Uncle Frank sat across from me, he was sat like a statue, overlooking us. Mother said that he’s her brother and that he couldn’t live in his house any more, so he came to visit us. Dwain stared at his food, not eating much , but I’m used to Dwain being liked that; he never talks any more. Mother seemed mad so I didn’t glance at her too much.
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