One of the spookiest things I’ve ever done is accuse my mother of poisoning me (Disclaimer: Don’t do this at home kids
). So basically, this is when I was around 16 and on school holidays. I was in my room the entire day reading romance novels and laying in bed. At 10pm, my mum walks into my room holding a tray of freshly heated food (rice/korma). I was gobsmacked. Why would she bring me food on a tray without me asking for it? Normally mum would get pissed if I asked her to cook me food at this time of the night. Suspicions.
Mum: Here I brought you food.
Me: Why?
Mum: Aren’t you hungry? You haven’t come out of your room all day so I thought you’d be hungry.
Me: But why would you randomly get up and make me food without me even asking for it? Especially at this time of the night?
Mum: I thought you were hungry.
Me: But why would you put it on a tray and bring it specially to my room? You’ve never done this before. Normally if food is ready, you’ll scream out that food is ready and we all have to come out of our rooms and get the food ourselves.
Mum: Do you want the food or not? (Frustrated)
Me: You take a bite first.
Mum: *Eats a spoonful of food with a confused expression*
Me: Okay! I’ll eat it now.
This is when it occurred to mum that I thought she was poisoning me and world war 3 erupted. Mum vowed never to do anything for me again because I’m an ungrateful child.
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