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who’s the sensitive one
My 12 year-old ‘cousin’ (he is actually my nephew but let’s skip the explanation) is having his birthday party at a swanky hotel this coming Sunday and since I only came back with a suitcase of stuff, I didn’t really bring back any dress shoes. The dress I’m going to wear is a black and white tight-fit mini but I have no matching heels for it so I asked my mom to lend me a pair.
When my mom took out a pair of Miu Miu velvet wedges, I told her nicely (I swear) that it doesn’t really fit the dress and that stilettos or pumps would be better but she took offense at this and started calling me an ingrate and a brat. That I don’t deserve whatever I have right now. That I’m just a booger who has no right to be choosy at my age because I’ve accomplished nothing worthy in her eyes. That I should learn to be humble.
What gives?
The wedges are pretty, I like them, but they don’t match the dress. As simple as that. I told her honestly that her suggestion is not really fit for the occasion and this is what I get? How many times have I been verbally abused? Probably every other Asian kid had experienced it before too but it doesn’t make it right.
An innocent situation was turned into another excuse to scorn me. And there she goes, calling me the sensitive one.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
