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Ma and Pa remind me a bit of my own Nana and Papa, which makes me feel at home. Pa's sense of humor is similar to my Papa, whose whitty jokes always make me smile. He has a teasing side that shows his affection to others, the more mischievous he plays, you know the more he loves you. Pa is similar he was reading jokes from the newspaper (with his magnifying glass that he keeps in his pocket because his eyes are bad and he refuses to wear his glasses) and he read this joke about a son who asks his father what kind of breasts there are. The father responds, "Son, there are three types, Women in their 20s Melons round firm, Women in their later years have Pears-still firm bit droopy
Onions you see them and they make you cry." Ma is similar to my Nana in that she uses nicknames that make me feel loved. Terms like, "My baby" and"My darling." It is funny how much I miss the little things of my family while here. Counting down the days to return to my loved ones. May you always keep your family close to your heart.
All My Love,
Gennavieve

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