But my family always failed to give vent to their pent-up anger because of my brilliance. Then they would pick me up in their arms to feed me sumptuously. My hands only could accept the best gifts from my family members. I woke from the supine position and kept my face grave.
Chocolates and toys were the few things that came first. Then my parents and grandparents would coax me with various offers. I refused to listen to the requests of taking food. Hands would tug me when there was dinner time. I would not listen to anyone’s voice and pretend sleeping.
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