Dad drops me off at the sidewalk. I walk into 7 -11 and receive glorious weird stares and squints from the likes of ungodly people. Being in no foul mood, I wore a smile and trotted on to the refrigerator. Grabs and cradles soft drinks. Looks up and open eyes like wide mad at my reflection in the fridge door.
They must have thought I was some confused little child. Hahahhahaha. Wearing a crucifix, jade cheena stuff and the bindi, that red dot marking on the forehead for Hindus, (pardon me if my information is inaccurate).
Hold in laughter, pays and runs to car to tell the story. Scream in laughter and attempts to take a picture to memorialize for the heck of it.
deepavali visitings yes
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