On December 25th I got "Walking wings" from my dad. It works fine for me with a little help of my patents and Oma (Grandma) I can go around. I wish they could hold me a little longer by the kitchen cabinets,”I could open them all, it is so much staff in there, what are they doing with all those pans and pots?:)))).
I don't eat much, but lately my Oma cooked a chicken frikadele, I wish they would put some salt in there. You know, I also would like to try some ketchup, WHY THEY DON'T GIVE ME at least to try a little or some, oh well. I wish I can say something. By the way people speak all different languages to me it's confusing, I feel I live in
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