Welcome to our Slash Entitled Parents, where a mother stalks OP like a freaking serial killer.

Our first pose is from Acker 1.

This happened almost 40 years ago.

I'm posting it as a thanks for reading the other stories.

This one is more funny and entitled rather than infuriating and entitled.

My immediate family was, for the most part, perfectly normal and boring.

We were not prone to outbursts and tantrums.

It was very calm and quiet.

Everyone got along and we were pretty happy with our boredom.

I tell you that so you can understand that I had absolutely no experience at all with

people prone to screaming pits.

You should also know that I suffer from a case of terminal morbid curiosity.

I also don't give a flip.

Never did.

Never saw the fun in it.

This happened when we were visiting for a great aunties funeral.

I was 12.

My crazy aunt insisted that we all go out to dinner at her favorite Italian restaurant.

It was just the best.

She said so and she was never wrong.

The gimmick here was a little flag of Italy was on the table.

When you went in more dinner rolls you raised the flag.

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