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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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next week was syaoran's fifteenth birthday, and with planning that and helping bo and opal with the new baby for the past couple weeks, i feel as if my whole head is just gray.

syaoran wants to do so much stuff and cannot make up his mind.

first he says he wants a vacation, then a friends day-out, then a dinner, then visit the carnival, then visit grandma senna and grandpa tonraq in the south pole!

like, damn, get a job.

but it's fine. as long as we do something in the city, i'm cool with it.

"okay so what if we invite all my friends to go eat and we have a cake there.. ouuh! with ice cream?!" he says excitedly.

"hm.. how old are you turning again?" i asked jokingly.

"ughhh.." he groans. i smiled and laughed. "i'm kidding. you can do whatever you want for your birthday."

he smiled softly. "but you have to make up your mind soon, your birthday is next friday." i reminded him.

"alright, i think i'll settle on going out to eat with my friends on the day before. and on my actual birthday we can have a family birthday here at home." he shrugs.

"that's great. and so much less expensive." i pat his head and get up to go to the kitchen.

"love you too, mama." he chuckled.

i poured myself some water before walking back to clean up the kitchen table. he had brought out a bunch of brochures of places to visit in the city for his day.

"hey, during the winter, can we visit grandma and grandpa?" he asks as he helps.

"hm. maybe get a job and i'll think about it." i laughed.

"oh! yeah, i meant to talk to you about that." he perks up as i bring my glass to the sink. he followed and stood at the island.

"how would you feel if i worked at the restaurant? i could be a bus boy or something." he shrugs.

i turn and look at him. "okay. do you know what a bus boy has to do?"

"uhh, wash dishss, clean tables.. shouldn't be too hard." he shrugs.

"they also have to be standing and walking around the whole time, clean up a bunch of gross stuff, like cleaning out the grease trap." i said.

"uh.. is that that gross underground thing that mom showed me? with all the chunky yellow stuff?" he said with a sour face.

"yeah." i smile.

"hm. maybe i'll ask ami if i can work for her instead." he grumbled. he begins to turn to go away but i laugh out and call him back.

"you're not old enough to do that anyway. you can be a server. just take peoples orders and bring them to the tables." i said.

"okay!" he shrugs.

"alright. the pay is about fifty yuans an hour." i tell him.