>4 stereotypical old Italian Aunts and Uncles over to visit my father who's dying of cancer. One of the few times I've seen them since I was a kid
>Living in my house the past week and a half.
>Can't go 30 minutes without them asking me if I'm hungry and subsequently offering me some sort of food.
>breads, pastas, donuts, pastries, pizzas.
>Carb City bitch.
>I tell them I'm trying to cut down more but they continuously reassure me I'm a strong handsome man already and I'm making them so proud in school.
>Say "thank you" for the food and eat it while they talk to me about helping them do various household chores like sweeping the fans.
>mfw
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