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SUGA's POV
My mom sings the all too familiar birthday melody before lightly clapping her hands together, a big smile on her face, and taking a seat next to me at the kitchen table.
Finally, it's over... I thought. Hearing and feeling my stomach rumble, I reach for a strawberry--
SMACK!
"Agh!"
I pull my stinging hand away.
Mom: "Not before the meal. You know better than that."
Me: "It's just a strawberry..." -- I complain.
Mom: "You always loved sweet things, even as a kid. Always daring to eat your dessert before your actual meal... I see things haven't changed."
Me: "And you always dared to stop me... looks like you haven't changed either." -- I half-jokingly reply.
Mom: "Enough smart mouthing and eat."
We both enjoy our plate of kimchi fried rice with various sides. Mom adds more grilled meat and veggies to my plate as I stuff my mouth. She even fed me a dumpling and patted my head like some kid... ugh...
I roll my eyes at her childish antics.
Me: "You know I'm not a kid anymore, right?"
Mom: "Really? Well your height seems to disagree." -- she raises an eyebrow and chuckles.
Me: "Hey! You know I've been this height since grade school. It's not my fault I inherited bad genes." -- I nag.
She gasps dramatically. I stare at her like she's lost her mind.
Mom: "Me?! Why would you blame me for your height deficiency -- I wasn't the one who refused to drink their milk."
Me: "Maybe if the milk wasn't expired half the time I'd drink it!"
