Hello humans!
Today we were randomly picked for 'Most Awesome Family of the Month' and hence invited to a party because somebody's motha was leaving town.
That was a true statement minus the best family of the month part. We were invited to a 'party' at the masjid. It was ladies only, and to make it more specific, OLD ladies.
Okay!! The MAJORITY of them ladies was old. Mom's not old yet. To make it even more specific, the old ladies speaking Arabic.
Okay!! The MAJORITY of them spoke Arabic!! Some were bilingual.
Anywho, me and S ate in the slave quarters. Namely, the classroom, where all the food was stored. The FOOD. Not the DESSERT. The dessert was with them ladies sitting in the master room, namely the kitchen. It was so awkward because kids came in and drew on the whiteboard and then their moms came in. Then we watched someone pack some food for herself. And I told S,
"Yeah, we're in the storage slave room."
I am going to finish this post tomorrow.
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