The baklava

Every year in my name-day, my mother made homemade baklava! One such a day she called me and told me to go and get the pan. Later she called me again and said “did you find the ear?” “Which ear, mother?” She meant her hearing aid because she could not hear well. “No” I told her. “Oh my God, what have I done the unfortunate, people will eat my ear, what a shame!” At four in the afternoon, the doorbell rang and I saw my mother. “Come and see if we can find the ear!” We looked carefully and found nothing. I saw that she was stressed and told her to go home and we will examine each piece before giving it. At eleven o’clock at night she told me “I found the ear, I had accidentally thrown it in the trash!”

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