…garlic

My mother loves garlic.

When I was younger I never understood why my mother would eat so much garlic when my dad was out hunting for the weekend.

Then the truth.

My dad went hunting so he could munch on as much garlic as possible while my mother stayed home delighting us with her breath of choice.

Garlic, it’s a good thing.

But.

Weird parents ~

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