Today was the last day of tennis before Mom and Dad go to Hosh, inshelleh. In kes yu dun't knoo wert Hosh is or yu dun't berly unnerstin' dis sennence, ah shud stahp the gangstah lanwidge.
(Translation: In case you don't know what Hajj is or you don't barely understand this sentence, I should stop the gangster language.)
So I made the pro team again today (jk) by hitting the ball ever so very stylishly that even Dad couldn't help copying me. A random kid scootered around the court and came in the other court too. I felt like smacking him.
When we got home we gotong royonged. That means everyone pitching in to help do something, like cleaning. We gotong royonged the house, because if Mom and Dad were going to Hosh, then people would come and stay with us. And Mom is very particular about people coming to our house and using the bathroom, because she's very superior about her bathroom and thinks it's cleaner than ours because she's an adult.
N
