Earlier this morning, I woke up in a good mood. I opened my laptop and started my usual morning routine of fucking around and doing nothing.

My sister entered my room and I told here I made something on the fridge. In a fit of happiness, I asked her if she wants some or not.

She ignored me and then left the room.

15 minutes later, she came back took my marinated chicken on the fridge and walked out as if nothing happened.

I stood up and followed her and I saw her cooking the fucking chicken.

I couldn’t be mad. I offered it in the first place. So, I can’t be mad. She cooked it without a care what’s going on inside me.

Inside I was fuming, I didn’t want to share that food. I worked hard on marinating last night.

I offered the food out of kindness. I didn’t actually think that she would grab some.

Ugh!

I stared at her cooking and waited for her to finish.

She asked me if I want some, then I nodded.

Well, I can’t go back now. All my chicken is already cooked.

I grabbed a large plate, grabbed some rice, and went to my room sulking.

I won’t offer food again when I’m happy.