My parents had a porcelain wedding yesterday (20 years). Having learned that they were somehow not going to do it, ran, bought porcelain as a gift, bought a snack, tasty, washed, cleaned and wiped everything at home, prepared something... all night my father with a cocktailed whip in a hug with the dog jumped from me all over the rooms, and my mom didn’t want to go home, claiming that it was better to die than to remember all the years spent together...
Sniff, let me go, right? I have no strength to live in this shady family.