The diet story

There is an oft-told story in my family about my mother as a little girl, overhearing Nana saying she was going to diet.

My mother screamed and ran from the room. Nana found her crying on the bed.

“Don’t die yet! Please don’t die yet!”

By the time Nana was in her 80s, we were all saying it.

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2 Responses to “The diet story”

  1. roberto Says:

    There is also the story of us driving in the car on family vacation. “Where are we going?”, I asked. “To Sequoia.”, answered mother. “Who’s Coya?”, I allegedly asked.

  2. T. Says:

    Oh yes! I’ve heard this story. Nana loves to tell that one.

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