your mother tells you it's time to start learning the names of your distant family members, thirds cousins, twice removed and which of them are pregnant, another name to learn, your mother says that if you can name a tree by its leaves in fall then you will never have to worry about getting lost on your way home, she'll never have to worry about how your life will turn out because you understand that a road is a grid and you know who your family is in every town and how to ask for directions and how the baby is doing and you can't deny that it is nice to know how the baby is doing, even if what it is doing is crying because of all it does not yet understand
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