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I'm sixteen years old, sitting in the living room on the fluffy grass green couch, covered with a tide smelling navy-blue blanket, watching an episode of "I love Lucy". My Mom is in the kitchen making Tabouli and raw kibbie.
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I'm sixteen years old, sitting in the living room on the fluffy grass green couch, covered with a tide smelling navy-blue blanket, watching an episode of "I love Lucy". My Mom is in the kitchen making Tabouli and raw kibbie. We were waiting for my father to come back from the airport after picking up my oldest sister Maya who was on a two weeks vacation in San Diego, California. It was the beginning of " The Beverly Hillbillies" , when my very quiet father bombed the front door open, his face looked like" Rudolph the red nose rain deer's" nose ; and he was as sweaty as a lady who just gave birth to triplets. Behind him saunters my sister Maya or should I say "Xenia the Warrior Princess." My father started CNNing, the news and broadcasting how my 23 year old sister, who was supposed to be...
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