Chocolat
It’s infuriating. After I put up a temper tantrum and made in blindingly clear to everyone that the chocolates in the fridge is *mine*, it’s all gone today. Not a single bit left.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FAMILY?
And it isn’t the cheap kind either; I bought it for a few good, old friends back/coming back to Klang Valley as Christmas presents. The thing is that this holiday I went to, my parents gave me very little actual money. All but two of my meals involved eating instant noodles, instant 3-in-one coffee and 3-in-one hot chocolate, as well for breakfast, kid-size cereal boxes; all of which I bought back home.
I bought a bunch of stuff because it was cheaper there. I bought it for friends, who though now seem to have moved on and consider me a friend from the past, amongst other things my brothers can’t consume out of the fridge; and I thought it was a good buy and worth the sacrifice. If only I knew last week that me drinking the cheapest drink on the menu while my friends eat because I don’t have money was so that my brothers can have a midnight snack, I wouldn’t have bought any.
And my parents? My mother somehow finds a way to pin this on me. My father is somewhat surprise I wasn’t even at home last week. No wonder I’m gay.