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Sunday dinners at my grandparents' house were a special occasion when I was growing up. Every week, our family got together to laugh, tell stories, and occasionally argue. In an attempt to blend in at school, I wore a new sweater when I was twelve. "Nice sweater, did you borrow it from grandpa?" my cousin joked. I felt ashamed, but everyone laughed. I felt comforted by my mom's comforting squeeze.
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