"Burnt Pie Story"

 

I saw this post as I was scrolling on Facebook. I almost cried. 

I live with my "grandmother" but she is really my grand aunt. She's the kind of person who says things carelessly. I imagined that if this happened to me, that  I burnt something, she would just say "bogo jud kayka" or maybe "tanga kayka". She will just make me feel that I will never be great at cooking because that's what she's always been making me feel.

This is the very reason I've always wanted to live all by myself. I envy people who eat alone, who live alone, who stroll in the park alone because there is bliss in being alone.