Thanksgiving part 1

Okay children it's story time.

>So we got to my parents house
>Ching Chong seems happy but very anxious
>As soon as I put the car into stop she grabs my hand
>Asks what happens if my parents don't like her
>Reassure that they'll like her
>"But what if I do something embarrassing"
>"Just be polite, my parents are suckers for that"
>"Okay"
>So we get our stuff out of the car and walk up to the house
>Ching Chong puts down her bags rings the doorbell and backs up about a meter or so
>My mom answers the door
>Ching Chong bows, not a pussy 20 degree bow ever, full 90 degree shit
>Then stands straight again and says "Nice to meet you Mrs. anon"
>Mom's face when

So we bring our stuff in while my mom asks Ching Chong how the trip was excreta, found out my dad was out right then. He was out taking a Sunday drive I.E. having a smoke. But guess who was there? Remember my troll sister? Yeah she was there along with her daughter. I'm not sure I mentioned this before but my sister is roughly twice my age, and technically my half sister. Long Story short my mom had relationship with a guy years way before my dad and they had a kid. Thing didn't work out and he ended up dead in Coahuila. Then eventually my Mother met my Father and with the help of the fertility specialist I was made. Moving on, my sister brought my niece along with her.

My niece, who I'll be referring to as Tsun Tsun, is thirteen years old and has been in that whole "boys are gross" stage of her life for quite awhile.

>After I'm done chatting with my sister
>I go over to her with my arms raised to the side
>She just stares at me
>"What no hug for uncle anon"
>"No thanks, I already took a shower today"
>100% Tsun 0% dere
>Then Ching Chong comes into her view
>Her usual chilly self is replaced with a much warmer personality
>"Hi, nice to meet you I'm Ching-oof", she says as Tsun Tsun forcefully hugs her
>Try to hide my jelly butthurt at not getting a hug with a sarcastic comment about the ice queen melting or something equally retarded sounding
>"Nonsense Anon I always give people hugs" 
>About to call bullshit when Ching Chong informs us she can't breath

A little bit later once we've unloaded our bags and what not. Ching Chong is in my old room with my mom
>"And this is Anon's old Saxophone he played in high-school" 
>"Do you have pictures"?
>"Boy do we ever, anon go get the photo albums"
>"Even the ones with me as a baby"?
>"Especially those"
>Get them out
>Everyone except for me and Tsun Tsun are crowded around the albums
>"And this is anon when he was born, this is him when he ran around the house naked, this is him at Disneyland" excreta. 
>Which during this time Ching Chong was really happy
>Too happy, like right after sex happy
>And then came the the inevitable "And this was anon with his prom date"

>Ching Chong was not amused
>"How many girlfriends has anon had"?
>"More than he deserved" quips Tsun Tsun
>"Tsun Tsun shut your little bratty mouth", my sister replies
>My mom either an early victim of Alzheimer's or just choosing to ignore what happened there, "I think it was three, maybe four"
>Ching Chong is still a little bit pissed but turns the page
>"And that picture is anon at a Jazz band concert"

If you're wondering Ching Chong did ask that question on the way home, although ask might be the wrong word.