My Father

I came back home today, tired and all.

Holed up alone in my room, surfing the net and doing random stuffs. Basically, I just wanted to be alone.

THen my father came in with a bowl. "Argh I'm on a diet dont brg me food" flashed across my mind.

I felt midly irritated that my father tries to be nice and bring me food tea and all to eat. (Strangely, I dont really like it when my father treats me too well)

In the bowl, were rambutans. "Shelled" and peeled. no seed. Just flesh. And a fork.

Somehow, he knew that I was too lazy to eat the rambutans. And i hate eating rambutans because the flesh sticks to the seed, and sometimes i will eat rammants of the seed skin.

I felt so touched and guilty. The rambutans tasted deliciously sweet.