After reading "The Princess and the Pea," when I was six, I was intrigued by the princess's sensitivity, which represented the mark of true royalty. To my little heart, her delicate constitution in regards to slumber also represented her preciousness. Not long afterwards, I rolled off my bed during the night and did not even wake up from the fall. When my mother discovered my snoring form the next morning, she proceeded to wake me up and greeted me with, "I see YOU'RE no princess." And thus, I am the way I am.
P.S. How do you say "nursing home" in Chinese, mommy dearest? I'm kidding. I'm so kidding.
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