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| Rambutan picking somewhere in Laguna/ Rizal, I forget |
When I was younger, my dad and I had a really bad case of love-hate relationship. When I was below 10 years old, he was the cool parent letting me do whatever I wanted. I just had to make sure my grades were fine (Chinese fine means with honors) and I could basically do what I wished. It was my mom who was crazy (Crazy in a little girl's standards). I couldn't do anything because anything other than piano and ballet caused breast cancer. Basketball and volleyball caused breast cancer. I understand I guess, with the flying balls and all. She declared soccer also caused cancer. I could not comprehend why balls on the floor can cause that as well.
