August 12, 2014
So Saturday was my birthday and people got me some presents, but they respected my wishes and didn’t do anything big. I went out for lunch with my parents because if I didn’t see my mom on my birthday, then she’d get upset. My aunt tagged along because she was visiting from out of town. She kept pointing out steak and pork and chicken dishes for me and I had to keep saying that I’m vegetarian. Finally it sunk in and she said, sounding very Italian, “what’s wrong with you, you don’t eat meat, a man should eat meat, you need meat.”
“I don’t need meat.”
“Maybe you should have some meat, Valente.” My mom out of nowhere decided to reconsider my vegetarianess.
“I don’t need meat, Mama.”
I decided on pasta primavera, because at least it was Italian and that satisfied my aunt. For dessert, they…
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