both my grandmother and mother were born in the Year of the Ox. One 84 years ago and one 60 years ago.
both have the same raging temper as a feral wild ox.
now i know where i get mine even if i was born in the Year of the Snake. maybe i'm part Ox.
we snake get mad too.
this was a pretty bad chinese new year's. probably one of the worse our family has had. tempers flew. so did mean words. and people went home angry and hungry.
well, i hope the rest of the world has a wonderful new year's. Let's hope my family does too.
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