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Kain thinks #8
I just remembered the worst week of my life that was when I went to see my aunts in southern Mexico. It was so fucking hot that we had to sleep with wet blankets that would exude steam and get dry in the middle of the night so we had to wake up to moisten them again
Mexicans dont believe in AC,the heat was humid(the worst kind of heat), and we had to share 3 bedrooms betwen like 10 people so you’d understand how fucking terrible it was.
It was so traumatic that I remember it clearly even tho I was like 5 when it happened. Chiapas is beautiful but Jesus Christ I have no desire to go back ever again
My mom said that she went other time when it was EVEN HOTTER and they had to sleep under the bed with wet blankets.
The floor of the bedroom was warm even in the night
Like whats the point
They could go a step further and simply tell me to go fuck myself and I would not be madder of what I already am
