This is the same exact face and feeling my siblings and I would have each time we were dragged to visit our "abuelita". A feeling of absolute dread and boredom would engulf us. Sunday morning and abuelita visits were synonymous with each other. Now that I'm older, I have a different view on life. At least now I don't kick and scream each time I go visit my grandmother. Yeay for me.
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