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Sunday, November 13, 2016

The Story of a Mango and a Small Boy...

So, this happened when I was 1 year old. My parents tell me this story every time I eat a mango.  When I was one, I loved mangos (I still do). So, my parents peeled a mango for me because I was one so I couldn't peel it myself. But, instead of feeding it to me they gave me the mango and wanted to see if I could eat it by myself. Sadly, I couldn't, I tried grabbing the mango, but it slipped out of my hand. I tried every time to grab the mango, but I just couldn't do it. I tried so many times I started crying. Finally, my parents cut the mango for me so I could eat my favorite food.

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That would be me if the baby was Filipino.
(except the mango wouldn't be in my hands)

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