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Jimmy and Chanroth---Friendship Memories #1
“Dinner ready kids!” yelled Mom. Jimmy and I (both were six years old) rush to the table fighting over the seat closer to grandpa because he would usually help us eat our vegetable. Usually when mom see this she let both of us sit on the floor. I give up my seat and sat next to daddy, Jimmy kicks my feet under the table and he said, “Let me see that kung fu pork chop!” I chuckle and started playing with my food with my chop stick. I played karate and battle field with Jimmy on my dish and suddenly the pork flew off my plate and landed on grandma cleavage. Grandma was jumping in her seat and fanning her breast with her hands from the hot pork. Mom would come running from the kitchen asking what happen since she heard grandma crying, “Hot hot hot!” I remember grandma said when she’s hot, she cool herself down with cold water. I told Jimmy to hold grandma breast and Jimmy squeeze grandma nipple since he was so short. Grandma scream so loud and I pour ice water on her. I heard momma say, “Oh God!”
Grandma was so mad and she yelled, “Who is responsible for this?” and she looked at both of us. Jimmy pointed to me and I pointed to him. Grandma slaps us on the back of our head and she said, “You two are not allowed to eat on the table any longer,” and I would mock her during her lousy session and my sister would laugh at me. She said, “Don’t let me see you both sit on the table!” and we said okay. We continue sitting on the chair eating our food. Grandma would come back and say, “I tell you not to sit on the table!” and I would reply, “but grandma, this is not a table we’re sitting on...this is a chair!” Grandma was silent for the moment and she later yell at my mother, “you hear that? You hear what your daughter says to me?” My mother would ask me to apologize to grandma and ask my friend Jimmy to say sorry as well. We said sorry and start giggling under our breath.