The Misunderstood Magpie. — By Jeremiah.
When I was a little kid, my dad would drop me off at my grandparents's house every day before he went to work. As he’d leave, I’d say goodbye to him in English and then say hello to my grandpa and grandma in Japanese. I’d usually be welcomed with a warm bowl of udon or fried rice that my grandma had
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