A one day fun with FAther and sister, ate Tibetan foods:
08/27/18
Yesterday I had a fun time with both my mom and dad (my sister may also be included). For the first part of the day my father was the one that took my sister and me to New York. We went to Queens because he told us that he wanted to try some Tibetan food. But before that we entered Chinatown or at least I think it’s China town. The one reason it possibly isn’t is because I thought that China town was just two streets parallel to each other and were filled with all types of authentic Asian food, guess I was wrong. We visited a mall there and eventually entered “Uniqlo”. Now this store is special because the clothing their is designed to fit the body types of all people (or at least that’s what they say). I was interested in their clothes because when my mother first took me they had some pretty cool looking shirts. And not surprisingly there was one sweater that really caught my attention.
My dad seemed to like it was well because he got it for me. Then me, him, and my sister continued our journey browsing all of the stores. Apparently, he wanted to get me some shoes for school because the ones that sneakers that I usually wear have holes in them. We went to three different shoe stores and my dad didn’t like a single one. The one time he liked it the size was too small. He wanted to the shoe to be able to withstand the water and snow of winter, while I wanted the shoe to be good for running. We just couldn’t find a compromise in the middle and decided to call it a day. Meanwhile, my mother had just reached home and was enjoying her rest. I texted her asking if she would take my outside for a haircut like she promised and she told me to wait at the World Trade Center. The three of us were patiently charging our phones and looking at the phones until she arrived.
Soon enough, I got a text from my mother said that she was leaving the train so I got ready. When our whole group was together my mom told my dad that she was going to take me outside for the haircut. Let’s just say my father got pretty mad and didn’t bother to hide. Then, the two of them were putting the blame on me and I just started to ignore. Once my dad and sister left I started walking with my mother to the train that was going to lead us to 23rd street. There, we met up with the barber that cut my hair last time and got him to do it again. In the end, my mother was happy to spend some quality time with me since I used to go not with her a lot. We ate some Korean food before heading back to World Trade Center and walking home (met our aunt along the way).
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