When my cats curl up into balls of cuteness and yawn; my dog when she licks my hand and playfully bites it, our good colorful mix of giddy fish that acts like a street gang and mysteriously kills off new entrants. They’re a pretty tight hood, bruh. (More “Animal Planet” stories soon.)
Or Papa’s terrible jokes during breakfast and my siblings rolling their eyes along with every punch line; Mama’s weird attachment to her “Tupperwares” and soft linens.
Or my friends’ daily tales of commute fiasco or K-Drama obsession shared over Messenger and Viber.