One day, mom left me alone in the house for some daily activities outside. I walked to the kitchen and saw a mug and a big bottle of sugar on the table. Then this clever thought came in mind.
"Mom likes to make tea for me... so I can, too!"
*took the mug, got the sugar, pour some in, filled the mug with warm water, and mixed it nicely with a teaspoon like a pro bartender*
*the colour of the water didn't change*
*confused, added more sugar and mixed it again, but it still didn't change*
"........"
"....Well, at least the water is definitely sweet!"
*drank it a bit*
".........."
*poured all of it in the toilet and flushed it*
Apparently, the taste was 100% far from tea. Too far from expectation. The tea that my mom made was sweet, but seemed and tasted more special, whereas mine tasted like a plain-sweet-ish humdrum water. Hence, I decided to just have mom make one for me and told her that a rat came into the house to eat the sugar when mom came back and asked me why the bottle laid so wrong on the table.
...
A few years passed. I finally remembered what happened. I stopped reading my book, had a complete annoyed face, and legit-bang my head to my bed:
I didn't put the teabag in the mug, but legit ignored it; thinking it was the animal shit bag that mom used for our plants that time. I mean, who wants to drink an animal shit tea though, right?
...right?
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HumorMemories are priceless, though, some are pieces of shit, though, there is no shit that looks like an ice cream. ㅇㅡㅇOrder: T - K - T - K ㅇㅡㅇ
