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Grateful.
This raya I got the chance to know a little more about my ancestry. As it turns out, my paternal grandmother’s father was a dobi from what is now Bangladesh who did his washing at Dhoby Ghaut while my paternal grandpa was a big time gangster with shiny pointed shoes who later turned into a part time police man.
With such a heritage, it’s no wonder the bunch of us are pretty weird.
Still weird or not, I heart my family to bits and even though I don’t ever see eye to eye with them, I wouldn’t compromise them for anything in the world.
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