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I never pegged my mother for being superstitious. Actually, what am I talking about. She’s Chinese. We’re born superstitious. It must be something in the blood. Especially during the New Years. Speaking of Chinese New Years, I better get cracking on my cleaning.

Seriously, I came home with a chinese newspaper for my mom. And she goes straight to the horoscope section. I sit there, as she tells me the outlook for my sign in both eastern and western astrology. We go through this every month. And I wonder where I get it from.

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