#32 When you grow up poor…

… your Mom schedules you for a surgery on your ears, nose, and throat the day before Thanksgiving when you’re Thirteen.

You’ll sit on the couch and watch your whole family eat while your entire head and neck are on fire.

You’ll try and put down some mashed potatoes but they just taste like blood.

That surgery sure did fix you up right though!

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