Family traditions

One truly understands the meaning of family connection only then when one sees their nephew applying the same tactics that one uses for so many years. Namely, to ask one's mother (in this case, Bui a.k.a. grandma) to tell you a story about an event that one had heard so many times before, but one likes it so much that wants to hear it once more. One knits one's eyebrows and gives slightly false details about the event so that the need of clarification appears within Bui. One tilts one's head back. Easily, so that Bui cannot see one's victorious smirk, even though Bui is more than glad to tell that story. One listens, and on one's face tension can be seen albeit Bui hasn't reached the climax of the story. One laughs. And laughs hard and loud because Bui has come to the part that one so much loves.
There are stories that don't become boring over the years, and this is because of their narrators. And there are family traditions that seem to go on regardless of our merit. And for me, these are the most important and more blood-related ones.