15% off for bread!
85℃ had a sale on 5th of August.
I bought several of my favorites after dinner and left them on the desk.
Next morning, I found them had been murdered.
My mom said, "I cut them in pieces and you can choose what you want."
I tried to stay calm and asked her, "why didn't you ask me before you cut them?"
She took aback and defended, "I thought you bought them for the us."
"I did! But not all of them!! The dark brown one was for my boss and his wife." I retorted.
She hold the knife and looked annoyed, "You didn't told me last night."
I became speechless. Yup, I should have told her if I could.
But she went to bed 9:00pm and woke up at 5:00am!! When could I told her?
Okay, fine, I should have left a message on the desk.
But you still had to ask me before you killed them, didn't you?
I was a little angry at her. But the bread were dead in pieces and never could be saved back, I didn't want to argue any more.
O~Kay, let it beeeeeeeeeee.
When I was ready to take one peice of bread, I found my mom put on a long face and turned back to her room.
I sat at the desk and wondered at her displeasure.
It was MY bread to be eaten. Why were you angry at me?
I did anger over her recklessness. But I didn't care so much.
What the heck?
After a while, I grabbed a tissue to mop my face.
My dad suddenly said, "Don't be so sad, it's just bread."
What a big misunderding. I was cleaning my face, not crying!
But his word did suprised me. He was not the kind to comfort people.
So I turned to him and wanted to say thank you...Oh, damn it! He was chewing the dark brown bread!