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Sunday, August 12, 2007/ 9:00 PM It's Sunday. And to most people, it should be a happy bonding session with families or even a time to relax. But for me, today is different. The moment I woke up from sleep, I felt uncomfortable. My senses tells me that it is going to be a day I do not want to happen or expect. I hesitated for a moment, trying to avoid all these thinkings and such. But it just could not get away from me. Reluctantly, I head to the washroom and bathed. Everything was as per usual. My mum would be in the kitchen preparing breakfast, my dad sitting on the dining table, watching television while waiting for the food to be served and my siblings getting ready for the day (some were still asleep.) So, I guessed that nothing wrong will happen. I guess I was wrong about that. After breakfast, I decided to be a HARDWORKING person. I'm serious. I thought I wanted to help the burden of my parents at that time. I took the initiative to wash the remaining dirty dishes and also empty the rubbish bin. There's 2 plastic bags near the rubbish bin (the sink is near the bin.) One is still inside the bin whereas the other one is in the sink. I thought that the one on the sink was, like any other days, rubbish. So, I took my time to tie that bag and also the one still in the bin. My mum was in her room and I went to throw them away, with the help of my small brother. I continued my breakfast with a mind that I will be praised and thanked for helping out. Nothing in my mind was thinking that I did something wrong. And yes, the least I expected happened. My mum came to the kitchen and shouted out loud. I was shocked to hear her scream. I immediately rushed to the kitchen, wondering whether there is a dead cockroach or something. But it happened to be something worse. "Where is the white pastic bag I placed in the sink just now?" shrieked mum, looking around the sink and in the fridge. "Erm. I threw it away already. You see, you always ask me that when I see any rubbish bags, I must take the initiative and immeidately throw it away. That's what I did!", I smiled. My full smile faded as I saw mum's face started to change. "Why?" "Because that was our lunch! Inside is 1 kg of frozen prawns!" this time she really started shouting. "Huh! I didn't know!" I replied, solemn. She stomped her way and placed the dishes on the dish rack loudly. She scolded me and said "What's up with you! Suddenly so hardworking!" My dad heard everything and asked my small brother where he threw it. "Where?!" my dad asked. My brother remained silent, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. My dad asked him lots of time and I finally had the courage to say that I was the one who asked him to throw at the chute outside. Silence. I went in my room straightaway. Along the way murmuring "When I didn't help, everyone complain. But even when I help, it's wrong". I locked myself up for the whole afternoon, did not even have lunch or stepped outside. My mum then forced me to come out. Nope. Didn't console or anything. She just treat everyone as per normal. Hais. I'm just moody now. This affected my mood for the whole SUNDAY. And also remind me of how a nuisance I was, breaking one part of the chandelier's crystals. Labels: spoilt sunday |
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