Hello everyone
My grandma always said laughter was the best medicine, not a myth to be believed but a truth to be lived. She'd laugh through thick and thin, and her infectious giggles could light up a room. When I was a kid, she'd tell me stories that'd make me laugh so hard I'd cry.
One story that stuck with me was about her misadventures in the kitchen. She'd try to bake a cake, but end up with a mess that'd make you wonder if she'd ever cooked before. The flour would be everywhere, the eggs would be cracked all over the counter, and the cake would... well, let's just say it wouldn't win any baking competitions.
But she'd laugh about it, and that'd make me laugh too. She'd say, "Life's too short to take yourself seriously, kiddo." And she'd make me help her clean up the mess, all while cracking jokes and making me giggle. Those were the best times, just me and her, laughing and having a blast.
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