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Sometimes when I call home my sister is there, visiting or watching my mom. I love talking to my parents but my sister's input from the background often ads a special zest to the conversation.
A few weeks ago, I called and my mom was telling me how much weight my dad had had lost on his post surgery diet.
Mom to me: "You should see your father, he's down to nothing, he's hardly eating."
My sister from the background: "He looks the same."
Mom: "What? he's lost like 20lbs."
Sister: "Maybe 5."
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