I'm possibly my mother's least favourite child. That is something I've known a long time ago, and have accepted. Oh well, you can't be the apple of everybody's eye. We never got along too well together, and it's not deliberate on anyone's part.
I brought last night's dinner leftovers to work today for lunch in my brand new lunch box. :) As I remove the kiasu layers of plastic bag, the paper, and then the tissue paper wrapped by my mother, one thought struck me: who's going to take such pains for me again? Probably no one.
I'm possibly my mother's least favourite child, but still, her child.
