Clareified

My mother is in Panama for my cousin’s wedding. So I call her up to see how it went and she said and I quote “it sucks. This place sucks. My family sucks. I want to come home.” (Even funnier story before she left, she kept telling people she was going “home” for her nephew’s wedding. To which I would reply, “‘home?’ Thought Brooklyn was your home.” And she’d be all “no, Panama is my home.” I reminded her of this conversation and she said “Hell no. I live in Brooklyn.” And there is the story of how my mommy became an American.”) But back to my original, my mother is hilarious, story. “All it did was rain, there are mosquitos everywhere and I want out.”
“Dude…I hear talking in the background…are people there???!!”
“Yes.”
“And they can hear you?”
“Yeah, so what? Think I care?”
“Um…but they have to live there and I believe you just used the phrase backward jungle?”
There is a pause and then she starts speaking in Spanish.
“Um…mother…I think they can still understand you. Meanwhile, now I’m only catching every fifth word because I memorized all the Spanish swears when I was seven.”
And there you have it. Dawn Summers, second generation evil. Or crazy.

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