Yesterday, quarreled with brother.
Today, mom.
Awesome isn't it?
I've always bugged you to get me an oven since secondary school.
I love baking since then.
But you always refused to get it for me.
Now that I bought a cookbook because I'd have more time to try out new recipes and cook and bake, I want an oven, you scolded me.
"You always want this you want that. But when I tell you I want something, you never do."
"Why couldn't you tell me you want to bake last time when you're younger then I could have gotten an oven below the stove like Grandma's?"
FIRSTLY, TELL ME WHAT HAVE I BEEN ASKING YOU FOR.
Have I asked you for anything lately? OR ever since I started working?
I've always tried my best to buy whatever I wanted, using my own money.
My own stuff, my money. I don't wanna touch yours because they are what I want, not need.
And you say that I ALWAYS want stuff?
SECONDLY, HOW CAN I POSSIBLY TELL YOU I WANTED AN OVEN WHEN WE GOT THE HOUSE BEFORE I WAS EVEN ONE YEAR OLD?
Just... Tell me. How can I?
Did you expect me to be a child prodigy for baking?
I'm sorry that I'm not that talented.
Is this what I call home now?
I really don't know anymore.
I don't wanna come home to this every day.